Early hours of the morning and the mist eerily hung in the cobbled streets, clinging to its medieval surroundings like a small child grabbing it’s mother for safety. To a stranger, such as yourself, this scene would have been a normal one at this time of night, but I’m here to inform you that everything was very far from being still, calm and peaceful. The silence was not that of the gentle slumber of the townsfolk.

If you are a sensitive empath like I me, you simply open your nostrils and smell death and the odour of evil, oozing from every brick and mortar.

This City was not my home, I don’t have such a place in my life; but I’d happened into the great fortified walls a few days before by way of fate, chance and inner guidance. I’d had a calling to follow and it had brought me to this moment.

Thousand of souls had been slaughtered and I now found myself completely alone and fighting for my survival.

My body had turned intuitively into the stealth of a feline to negotiate my escape from the City. My senses twisted and turned with the rhythm of my every move, curving into doorways, hiding in dark corners and with each sound that met my ears came my sudden and abrupt halt.

I was being hunted and even though I’d reached the safety of the curtain wall, I knew that my life was sitting on a knife edge. One wrong move and it would be curtains.