Smoke curled up from Shea's hairline just above her temples.

"Aaaaaeeeeeeee!" she cried out in horror. "My hair! You singed my hair!"

"Well, I told you to focus!" Drake's rough voice called out. "Now focus!"

"How could you?..." Shea called out in horror. "My hair... Oh my poor beautiful hair..."

Shea slumped to the ground holding the frazzled bits in her hands. She knew it probably wasn't as bad as she was making out, but she was shocked at Master Drake. What nerve the man had. She glanced over to the direction of Master Drake and was about to give him a piece of her mind. However, she was surprised to see him kneeled on the ground with his hands clenching his head and the look of pure agony on his face.

Suddenly, the color left his face and fear clouded over his features.

"Greta?! Greta?!" he cried out and glanced towards the mansion. Shea followed his line of sight, but she didn't see anything. The man was losing his mind. She was sure he'd finally cracked and he was beginning to scare her.

He turned quickly to look at her, a wild look in his eyes, and grabbed her arm pulling her towards the woods.

Fear gripped her heart, but she quickly covered it with rage. Shea pulled back defiantly and stated angrily, "What do you think you're doing? First, you singe my hair and now you're dragging me off to the woods... What's next? Killing me?"

Shea hoped he would back off and not notice her knees knocking in fear. She had to get away from him and quickly.

Drake turned to...