His blue cloak soaked away the colors of the city around him, and Digory smiled. "Lad, yer' too pale. Ya' need more sunlight if ya' want'ta find yerself a woman one day." They would often say. Digory's laugh echoed through the muted streets and markets of the city. All it took was one spell, and a few trinkets of each home. It took years, years upon years, to find these things. He nearly didn't collect a trinket from the churchyard, until the priest there made a comment in passing while he dabbed Digory's forehead with incense. "You know, books are a wonderful thing, believe me I've spent my whole life studying one, but there is more out there. Don't you want to read in the sun young Digory? It would do you a world of good." The priest smiled and then patted him on the head, like a child. Digory made off with a candlestick that evening. Then, after five years of minor thievery, it was ready. He piled all the trinkets into the pit he had dug (which took hours, his hands bled still from the wood of that borrowed shovel), and then began inviting folks over for tea. Most, perhaps their unconscious warning them of what would happen, politely refused. They cited one excuse or another, but all avoided tea with the pale and lonely wizard who lived near the outskirts of town. But then a pretty young woman said yes. Perhaps I can get him to come out a bit more, she thought. She was still thinking this when Digory slit her throat and pushed her, still gushing, into the pit. He then muttered the incantations, and began to fill in the hole. As he did, the color of the trinkets seeped up out of the ground and into his shoes. His dark, black cloak, began shifting to a bright shade of blue. Then, Digory took a walk outside. Everywhere he walked, the colors and life drained from the people and the places nearby, and into him. People sat down, and found themselves unable to ever stand again. Shining in a cloak of sapphire and brimming with life in his features, Digory trotted off to a new city. Perhaps I could use a bit of red, he thought.