The leaves rustled in the cold, howling, wind. The tree trunks creaked as they swayed side to side with increasing intensity. ‘They call this land home.’ Said a voice from the darkness. But it fell on deaf ears, as the forest was empty of any living souls....

The torchlight barely met the stone ceiling above the three weary old men. One a soldier in King Alfred’s army, one a noble lord from Cuttenbargh and the other unknown to the others. They had awoken in this strange place of darkness with no recollection of how they had arrived. The soldier, already with sword unsheathed, scanned the black, stone, walls. They had no top… they simply rise, he though...