Through the many windows of the castle one could see a young lady running about with a clipboard in one hand and brandishing a pen in the other. She wore high waisted white trousers and when lifted as she ran, they revealed navy ballerina slippers. A navy cardigan was this lady’s top of choice and a light checkered pink scarf decorated her neck. Upon reaching large wooden double doors, she tried taming the brunette flyaways back into her top bun though some continued to rebel. Clearing her throat, she entered through the doors and into a bustling kitchen filled with a dozen workers all dressed in white. “Good morning Le’Frarie,” they chimed. Smiling and greeting in return Constance surveyed the brick themed kitchen all the while resisting the savory scents that wafted her way. Today was a big day and nothing wrong was going to happen under her watch. Organized, prim, and prompt was her inner motto and it was going to be tested today. She marked off boxes upon her inspection of the prepared courses and planned meals until one of the chefs pointed out that the Sir’s breakfast had been prepared. Just then a little tune emitted from her phone, indicating a summons by the director himself. “Perfect,” She chirped and put the pen behind her ear. “I’ll take this up to him!” Constance said as she grabbed the breakfast tray and briskly headed towards the President’s office.As Constance passed through the many hallways, all the while balancing a breakfast tray and clipboard. She allowed herself a little ego stroking to note that many of the rooms and corridors were her by design and decoration. But then it hit her, as it had many times over the past years, no one was really here to relish it. For so long the castle had been empty, well of course not deserted, the staff was still here and a few cardholders had made it their residence, but it wasn’t like old time when this castle was truly headquarters and was bustling with members both seasoned and fresh for learning. Constance wouldn’t have been honest with herself if she didn’t realize how much she missed those day, even though the general silence of the castle usually meant that there wasn’t any major catastrophe. Ever since the castle had been destroyed in the Crimson Battle it seemed like no one stayed here for too long. Those that had survived returned to their homelands or traveled far and settled elsewhere. And even most of those that came through these hall to learn and hone their skills eventually left to fulfill their destinies. However, the latest news was unsettling. Random attacks on cardholders and their families across the world, even to those of prominent families...Constance grimaced, though before she knew it, she was at Radik’s white office door. She gave it a couple a knocks while trying to make sure Radik’s breakfast did not end up on the floor.
With one press of the button a room that was once submerged in darkness was bathed in cloudy morning light as multiple curtain were pulled back revealing a white modern office that surveyed the rolling fog over the open meadow and through the thick forest that was known as the ‘Zelena Forest.’ Radik would have enjoyed to peer out through those glass windows and ponder, as he has habitually done, but today there were more pressing manners. Already 
It was foggy, no matter where she looked fog swirled in front of her blocking anything ahead from view, but when she looked down upon the ground she gasped, for there was no solid ground just slowly swirling fog. 
The cool feeling of the window pressing upon the side of his face helped Milos relax into a tired nap. He felt quite spent after the past few days of havoc. It all started when Milos was granted permission to leave headquarters and visit Mittenwald his once home before he became a cardholder. Milos didn’t visit the town often, preferring to stay with Lenka and Kiwan at the castle, but as he grew older a pang in the depths of his heart yearned for closeness with his family, or family by blood he used to say when he was younger. These pangs, he could not express and luckily did not need to divulge much to Radik when requesting to visit his family. Radik had the trip organized and before Milos realized it, a taxi was dropping him off in front of a very familiar house. Somewhere within it a dog let out deep booming barks, soon voices could be heard and then the door opened revealing a tall man with brown short hair with hints of grey streaks and a moustache which was speckled with white. Lines had aged his once handsome face and his form had grown paunchier, though he still had his muscular woods man frame. Yet his eyes were still a forest green and had the brightness to them. Muric stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at Milos, his mouth agape. Milos didn’t blame his surprise, they haven’t seen each other since Radik had whisked him of to the Czech republic, though they did keep in contact through post, and occasionally email which was rare for the village seemed like it was still stuck in the olden days, however tourism was slowly pushing for modernization. As if reverting to his child state, Milos made a small uncertain smile. Muric walked towards him, as if he were in a sort of daze, then he opened his arms and sized Milos in a great bear hug that took the air out of Milos. After letting go, for what felt like an age, Muric ushered him in, unable to still talk though his eyes conveyed his emotion for they were twinkling with tears.