“"For the first time in many many years the wizard cried on the back of the wolf back to the mouintains. Four slaughtered beautiful friends in two games. How could he explain this to the council? Of course a victory, the beasts from beyond are too savage and brute to understand the true love of the game. But his best player seriously hurt, would he come back at all... and a fresh witch who were eaten by the filthy animals. No more games versus the killingteams, he reminded himself. Never would he had guessed that they could even hit his beauties, but overand over like a magic power had put a spell on them. Could it be that his archenemy, no names said, had disturbed the game, and that he himself hadnt noticed... He cryed even more... the spirit of the rest of the team was blown away. He had given them time for themselves and they all went in different directions. He was the only one heading home... Suddenly a thought popped up in his head. Yes, he had heard the screaming from the other coach, directed towards himself at the end of the game, yes he had... and he screamed that he didnt care about defending against the last goal which the elves were about to make, he said he wanted to make his beasts more experienced by trashing the elves in pieces. The elder wizard cried like a baby now..." ”