The thunder flashed and their robed and hooded figures and glowing eyes could be seen back in the trees. The rain obscured everything. It leached the life and color out of everything in the surroundings.
A ball of light could be seen, above our heads. It slowly descended to the ground. In a flash of flames stood four hooded figures. Alexander and his three respective wives.
In the dark dampness of the surrounding forest four huddled figures shifted nervously at the prospect of approaching Alexander in his enraged state. But he would be in for a far greater punishment if they did not. Marcus started out towards his father and mothers at a slow stately pace with his head bowed in submission. Half way across the gap that separated them from their parents he stopped. turning back toward the forest where his two brothers and sister were still hiding he motioned with his head silently beckoning for them to continue.