Once again a deep growling was heard from deep within the earth. The animals felt it too, nervously birds were flying up and flocks of deer were running away. Earl Rodger looked outside the window of his majestic villa. "It's coming again..." Quickly he closed the shutters, took of his fancy slippers and hopped into his royal bed. Rodger pulled up the blanked so it fully covered his golden gown and part of his pointy chin. "It's starting..." The ground was shaking, and an indescribable rumbling emerged from the earth. The swirling of the water from the decorative gutter was clearly hearable above. The bedroom was shaking and screaming, the earl shivering and sweating. Then it stopped. For a moment it was silent, and then a magnificent roaring came out of nothing: the sound of thousands of gallons of water crushing down. Rodger jumped up and rushed to the window. The sun struck his pointy face and so did the peaceful sounds of nature that engulfed his humble villa. Once the earl got used to the bright sunlight he saw the magnificent view in front of him. The blue grass from last metamorphosis turned golden, and so did the lush trees and flowery gardens. The walls of his villa had turned imperial purple and the decorations seemed even more impressive than before. And ahead, where just moments ago a small metropolitan area was located, had emerged a gigantic cliff with a roaring waterfall. The water was bright blue and the palace that adorns the mountain top was breath-taking. For a brief moment the Earl was completely serene, but quickly he once again realised that what he saw here was soon to be changed again. What would the future bring?