The hallway was dark and silent.Maybe it's the overly tense nerves that made me have this kind of imagination.But there was a biting chill in the silence.This is not the blessed silence of a bedroom, this is the silence of an empty house.A thin layer of smoke hangs in the air.We walked to my room, the door was ajar.But I clearly remember that I did close the door when I left. Walking to the door, I looked inside and stood there dumbfounded. The bed was torn.It must have been done by a giant claw.There were deep rips all over the mattress and clumps of feathers scattered on the floor.My backpack was also torn open, and the clothes inside were scattered all over the room.My other bag — shaving supplies, combs, brushes — was also strewn about.

"See!" Sheila said, "They're looking for the Dark Sword." Barely breathing, I ran quickly to Saryon's room.Alisa stood blankly in the hall, staring at the devastated...