As we last seen the Wagons from the Gypsy encampment leaving the village, a trail of dust was rising into the morning sun which was just beginning to peek over the top of the far off mountain range. The mountains long thought of as a place where no man or woman had dared to venture seemed to be a bit different this morning. The clouds had gathered forming a dark circle over the peak letting only a small ray of sunshine pierce through. Birds seemed to be nervous as they landed across the village farms picking away as the seeds that were just planted, Something was wrong and no one not even the town mayor who had been hiding since the Gypsies had first arrived. he was seen almost running across the square his tiny feet slapping at the ground while he was heard mumbling to himself but loud enough for some to hear "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it" was coming from his lips as he pranced about heading to the church. just as he reached the doorstep the ground started shaking and trembling! Glancing back toward the mountain Mayor Dimple seen something that had not been seen in so many aged most had forgotten about it. A flash of lightning and smoke seemed to come from the peak. The blue sky was turning red as if it were bleeding. Far off to the West toward the Ocean a ship was appearing from afar, a sound which made your skin crawl and hair of the back of your neck stand up in fear was heard with an echo in the distance. The ground beneath the village was cracking and where the mighty blue Orb was once peaceful a sort of doorway had began to appear. The village was in an uproar trying to learn what was coming. How many things were to penetrate on the village? For the Gypsies had been there long ago and returned unleashing something terrible once long ago, now they had left and something once again was happening. But what?