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for Crow to return. But Crow had vanished and had been replaced by a human figure, which began to stroll across the bottom of the void.
    Catherine and Matthew watched on nervously. The ‘thing’ trudged itself along, leaving slivers of silver mercury on its well worn boots. As the mist lifted, both Matthew and Catherine were able to observe the figure’s thick black hair cascading down his back. Brushing his hair back, the figure tilted his head skywards and roared an evil laugh.
    “Who is he?” Catherine said trembling with fear.
    Matthew’s throat was bone dry, leaving him unable to speak.
    Hearing Catherine’s voice, the dark figure quickly turned. His long black hair swished around his long narrow face. Casting his burning eyes onto Catherine and Matthew he called across,
    “There’s no need to whisper Catherine, I have the hearing of a crow don’t you know!”
    “Did you eat him? Did he eat him?” Catherine screamed back at him in disgust then looked towards Matthew for some reassurance.
    Matthew just shrugged his shoulders, and the man started to laugh again.
    “Oh my dear,” the man said sarcastically sympathising, “I am Crow.” His mocking laughter shook the ground. Trying to make sense of what had just happened, Catherine fainted into the mud.
    Matthew looked down at her, feeling unable to help.
    “How can that be possible?” Matthew asked nervously.
    “If I told you that Matthew, then I would have to kill you!” the man stared hard towards him.
    “How do you know who I am? And what is this place? And you who are you?” Matthew asked quickly.
    The man paused for a moment then answered, “Well it’s a very long story Matthew, one which I will share with you some day, but for now I have some work to do.”
    “Wait...” Matthew called anxiously towards the man. “How could you be?”
    “Oh it’s very easy if you know how. Being the crow and then the old man, I thought would be the easiest part, but tricking you, well that was just too easy!” the man once more laughed mockingly across at Matthew.
    “But who are you now!?” Matthew asked sternly.
    The man’s eyes narrowed and Matthew felt vulnerable as he stood there alone. As the man’s mood seemed to darken, the atmosphere grew cold around them. The rain clouds rumbled and the lightning crashed down around him.
    “Silentium! Silentium!” the man shouted up towards the sky, causing the heavens to silence.
    Whispering he teased, “Just three simple words, Matthew, that’s all.”
    “What!” Matthew shouted back.
    “I am,” the man opened up his arms and looking up to the sky continued, “ I am Darkmoor!”
    Thunder and lightning accompanied his announcement, making the earth shake. As the explosive thunder echoed through the land, the trees started to sway. The storm roared on as Darkmoor turned his back on Matthew.
    The tremendous sound made Catherine awake from her coma and shaking her head, she tried to make some sense of her surroundings. Noticing Matthew standing on the river side, Catherine managed to scramble to her feet.
    Noticing Catherine standing besides him, he grabbed her hand tight.
    Sensing they were still watching him, Darkmoor knelt down in the wet dirt. Placing his fingers into the mud he circled them around creating mud pies at his feet. Lifting his dirty hands into the sky, Darkmoor clapped them twice. The thunder and the lightning obeyed Darkmoor’s command.
    “Awake! Awake! Advoco! Advoco!” Darkmoor called as he stood over his mud pies. Suspending his hands over the mini mountains, Darkmoor spoke again.
    “Advoco!” Instantly summoning the monsters buried in the mud to arise.
    Recognising their master’s voice, one by one they reformed themselves from the tiny mud mounds to mighty monsters.
    As mud dripped off the monsters bodies, Catherine and Matthew could truly appreciate Darkmoor’s masterful magic.
    Each monster was covered in black shabby hair, except for two hairless arms which protruded out