With the final words of the casting, the cloud burst forth spewing through the windows and cracks around the door. With a speed that belied his age, Temiker danced over to the only windowless wall and pressed his hand flat against the pine slats. The boards warmed to his touch and then a door-sized section rippled, assuming a consistency much like the cloud within the room. Temiker stepped through and felt a light breeze fan his whiskers.

Muffled voices pricked at his ears as he strained to detect the whereabouts of the invaders. Soon, a shout rang out and curses filled the air about him as men ran in the direction of his front door. Whoever was leading the invaders had just figured out that Temiker was onto them and they were rushing the house in an effort to capture him. The old wizard smiled as he stepped swiftly through the still spreading fog and headed for the schoolhouse.

Leaving the shouts behind, Temiker whisked into the schoolhouse to make sure that no students had stayed the night as they occasionally did when they had a perplexing problem, which they refused to let go of. Satisfied that the building was empty, Temiker started at the rear of the building tossing fireballs at the walls. Moving as swiftly as he could, Temiker made his way back to the front door satisfied that the building would be nothing but ash when the sun arose. Tears welled up in the mage’s eyes as remembered the years of his life devoted to the school, but the safety of his students was worth more than the old building. His students were smart enough to know that something was very wrong and he hoped that none of them would openly identify with the school. The invaders appeared to be set on capturing him and they would not hesitate to use an unsuspecting student to accomplish their goal, not that his students would be able to help them. Still the students could be hurt by the invaders even if they could not help locate him.