The sun dripped away like red tomato juice, the wind pick up and blew the trees and its branches as if they were dancing a war dance. Over the mountains were birght lights and a fiery blue color that danced across the sky.

Night had fell and surrounded the castle and its gates. Birds of prey flew over the water that surrounded the castle tall stark white walls.

Wagons could be heard racing against the moon rising as they pass the castle of Despair.

No one dare stayed in the area of Castle Despair. The howling of the wolves was heard for miles as the full moon rises.

The gates were open, and the black coach that brought death raced towrads town. The hounds of Count Le’ Qua ran beside the coach, It was dark inside its dwellings. No life was inside this Coach that raced with the moon on its tail towards the town of De’ La Morn.

The town’s lights were birght and hanging outside the shops were trinkets of portection. No one dare step out onto the streets as the Coach passed its doors. All the young.