Zach

I sit at my desk, going through my endless piles of paperwork when my second, Miles comes into the room. Miles: Sir, the wards have detected a curse has been placed on you. I frown, my mind racing. What’s the curse? I demand, needing to know if I’m in danger. Miles: Well, the exact nature is unknown, but it seems the spell was a modified death curse, but instead of killing you, it’ll kill the one you love most. My heart stops. I stand and race out of my office, needing to find her.