I looked trough the windows of the manor. Once filled to the brim with joy, memories of a simpler time, a time before the war. Now, decrepit, gloomy, a shadow of what it used to be. I can still remember... before death struck us, before it all vanquished from my life. It won't come back as much as I try, this is just the way things are now. The pouring rain over my cloak, frezing cold, snares my soul like a decoy. I cannot move away, even if I really wanted to. If this is where it all began, then it must be where it all must come to an end as well? Unless...
