Marzurka looked upon his young friend, "Oriel died a long time ago. The creature you saw today was not the friend I once knew. She was so angry. She longed to be loved and respected."

Billy released himself from his brother's grasp. He slowly walked up to his friends side. As Billy watched, Oriel's skin began to crack. Her flesh began to dehydrate and turn to dust. The shape of her face melted away like the sand castle caught in a tide. The wand lay lifeless beside her.

"It's not mine anymore." The old man said, "The power possessed in Oriel's wand and that staff were bound together. I chose a life a recluse without the magic so Oriel's power would lay dormant also. I initiated the fight, so Oriel could use her wand again. Around the time I blessed your farm, Oriel transformed this castle into her fortress. This was my last act of magic and because of this, it became hers. So instead, she used torture as a way to exercise her power over the villagers. I chose to help you and your brother through difficult times."

Billy frowned, "So because the wand is gone, the magic from the staff has gone."