A place unheard of by all, hidden by the mist and now swallowed by the ruins, the houses have succumbed to the old woman's lore. Among them was a lone tower, stretched upwards to the sky as if it was waiting to come ott with its secrets.

On one foggy a morning while walking Daniel Parker, the Historian chanced upon the village. Allured by its hauntingly exoticism he felt driven to unravel its secrets.

Moving deeper in, Daniel realized that many symbols was inscribed on the stones and the calosities of frescoes describing of old events remained. Out of the determined focus of his curiosity, he put togethers history's pieces. You have not completed your order. Want to save the work you have done so far?

Daniel started looking for the bolded staff and found an old book containing many forgotten stories. As I turned the pages, history whispered to me, telling me the story of a distant past, which had been lost long time ago.

With strong will he entered all the secret chambers and dug up the lost antiques. He thought that he was a part of old villages' history.

Nevertheless, it was there that he perceived the darkness that laid in the shadows of the black tower a vicious and horrific history.

Daniel was undereath the circumstances, and he saw real truth in narratives that were not told.

In the mists, dawned a new stage of my experience-to be a conqueror both of mental battles and to find the light of salvation. For Daniel the sounds of the neglected pronounced a warning, as testimonies were too urgent to wait anymore.