Butt, wrapped in silvery chains, screamed. A headache pounded through him. Pain. And...a shadowy figure was walking toward him. “Star?” He croaked. The headache amplified, where did he know that name? What has happening? The figure got closer, a ghostly shade of dark misty power, withering everything it touched, was coming towards him. He started screaming. Screaming for help, for release, for death, for...Star?