The gnarled plant gave a terrifying screech: it was nearly its time to rise. Rise from imprisonment and be set free. Its branches twisted and turned to let out their feelings, making the people nearby squeal and shriek. The sun, which was a dark, peachy red, was half way set. After centuries of its torture, watching the world ticking by, waiting for this moment.

Then as the last of the sacred light died down, a bolt of lighting struck the tree. Fire engulfed its roots and all of a sudden he was back. Lord Reldamorf was back!  Everyone screamed.