BOOK TWO

13th Century

Winterberg Village of the North

The village of Winterberg had suffered several attacks over the past few weeks, but a big one occurred a few days ago. A massive vampire attack had killed many before them, forcing them to flee to neighbouring villages. A few days before, they had tried to pitch a tent and erect temporary houses, but vampires and uncivilized hordes had razed them not long after. The countryside was in an uproar; people were running in the fields to escape the dark enemy, squealing and shouting with relief. However, Knight Ambrose was one of the few who wanted to fight the creatures. Willing to fight the vampires to gain more votes from the lords and dwellers of the nearby townlet.

On his right, the hills were decadent with green foliage and new-sprung buds, and the valley was the most friendly place of them all, sunlit and serene; it rose as if they were the proud parents of the greenery they supported on their rock foundation.

It was on the first morning o