From the journal of Maxfield Jaden Fox

2nd Blossom, 801

This is rather like walking into one of Alfred's faerie tales. After finding the tomb of Carlotta de Grey, there was no mistaking it. We are on the isle of Turlough! We can just make out the famous "Wizard's Tower" off the coast. I fear that we will not have time to inspect it , we are ill equipped and must get to Bliss to warn poor old Max about the danger the blackcloaks pose to him. To all of us...

We came down the hill into the settlement. The buildings were burnt and crumbling, with short doors and low ceilings, it must have been halflings who lived here. I suppose I should have remembered that. As we walked toward the middle of the common, it seemed to me that a cloud passed over the sun. Suddenly, there were voices, screams, yells! It seemed as though fire was all around us, I could hear the crackling, see the smoke and flames, and yet, there was no heat. An ominous rumbling began and a roar, and a red dragon, the largest I've ever seen, or even imagined, large as a small mountain,was upon us! I somehow managed to keep my feet as it landed in front of us, bellowing and lashing it's tail. there was a deep noise. The dragon looked around and moved forward. It was incongruous to hear children's laughter, but into this horrific scene ran two halfling tykes. I was sure the dragon would kill them, but then, there was an explosion of light and color, a trumpet fanfare, and a figure sprinted across the common and gave the children a shield, big enough to cover the both of them. They ran toward us, drawing the dragon's eye our way. A proud sweet song began to play, much to the dragon's confusion. We saw a shadowy figure, holding a sword out in front of it and singing. Hypnotized, the dragon watched as the children ran past us and vanished. As one, the dragon and the figure rushed to meet each other and the dragon fell, crushing the figure beneath it. The sun came out and we realized that the ground around us was strewn with the fragments of very large bones. Faintly, on the wind, we heard the sweet notes of a whistle being played.

All of us stood spellbound for a moment. We had somehow witnessed the death of Carlotta de Grey. The isle of Turlough is a haunted place...