Henrik Manor
Henrik stood frozen in his garden who was staring upward at the sky as a light drizzle began to fall.
His face which was once smug with certainty of his success was now look like a face of absolute horror and disbelief.
"That is completely impossible!" he shouted as if unable to believe it, his voice thin against the growing patter of the rain.
"It has not rained in Ironhold for three consecutive years, three years! How could it possibly rain today of all days, just as I want to prove her wrong?"
Henrik's voice trembled with a mixture of shock and a growing, chilling fear.
Could it be that Alex truly possesses the supernatural ability to pray for rain?
"Do not worry yourself unnecessarily, my son. A mere drizzle of rain has virtually no beneficial effect on Ironhold's drought conditions.
It is practically as good as not receiving rain at all," Henrik's father stated, though his own voice betrayed a tremor of underlying anxiety on his face.
