The bell tolled in the town square once again, another murder had just been discovered the sun was just rising and Dawn was making her presence known, I was just leaving the forest my nightly duty was complete, both Chronos and I were exhausted. Chronos was my raven black Friesian, his long mane and tail had a tight wave and was long, my red cape fell over his rump with a great elegance.
I reached the barn and the sun was now at it’s highest, I was glad I had an underground tunnel connected to the house, I put Chronos to bed and then walked into the house. My maid took my cloak and I walked to my room, the mansion was dimly lit by candelabras and hid the mould ridden walls that were falling apart and covered in cobwebs, I collapsed on to my bed the only room in the house that had been well looked after.
It had a dark wood floor, candelabras sat on my wall with silver bats hanging underneath them, my chest of draws were black and had purple roses say on it and had a walk in wardrobe, a four posted bed sat in the middle, my sheets were made of the finest black silk. I pushed one of the bats into the wall and the wall slid away and revealed my secret room, full of trinkets, potions and spell books. I walked inside and the door shut behind me.
I whistled and both my black cat Huginn and my Raven Muninn came running to me, they meowed and cawed as they greeted me. “Evening,” I smiled and stroked them both affectionately. Muninn sat on my shoulder and rested his head in the crook of my neck, I picked up my grimoire and flicked to the page of resurrection. I began to mix the potion I needed but found myself feeling drowsy perhaps I should have left this till later, finally when I had finished my concoction and the potion was ready I retired to my chambers.
Even though my dress was a little dusty and cobwebbed covered I collapsed onto the bed, I found it easy to fall asleep but my slumber was disturbed by a horse and carriage driving by, I got up and moved the curtain slightly and saw a black carriage being driven by two great black Percherons and the carriage had a red dragon on the side but the windows had been blacked out. I didn’t worry myself about it o just went straight back to bed but the whole time the red dragon was spinning around in mind.
It wasn’t till that evening when I emerged from my slumber and went to ride into the forest that my ritual was disturbed. “What is a young thing like you doing out here?” A deep voice, thick with Romanian charm asked.
“Enjoying an evening ride,” I lied resisting a smile.
“Well enjoy but be careful, there are men out here that would like to murder such a beauty as yourself.” He said.
“I’ll try and remember that,” I said nodding and riding off as I rode away I turned and noticed he was watching me with a slight sinister grin, for some reason his voice sounded so familiar but I couldn’t think why.