“He’s waking up” said someone “rub some acid in his eyes that will wake him up” said someone “Touch me with that and you won’t live to regret it” shouted Farin “sorry sir master sir” said a small Goblin type creature “if you would care to follow me his way master” said the creature “do I have a choice” said Farin “we have captured many peasants for you to feed on “ said the creature “NO” “I prefer to hunt for my feast “ yelled the lord with that run from the ruins of he’s once great castle on the night of the lords rise the wind was especially howling it seem even mother nature knew what was Somehow new what the fate of the small village would hold on that eerie night of October the tenth as the lord arrived in the town he realised something very wrong after killing nearly everyone in the village he turned to the last house he notice a strange aura around the house but even with this warning he grabbed the door knob but recoiled with pain the door knob had burnt a strange marking in to his hand it was two snakes coiled around a winged staff the mark of the night mothers the original witches could it be that they had settled in a town right under his castle had he just killed the kin of the most powerful beings ever created and as if they had heard his thoughts the candles flickered to life in the small cottage of the witches and with that Farin fled possibly for his life back to his once great castle hoping the witches would not find him but it was inevitable for the witches to find him and it was also inevitable that the next set of event would transpire.
