The hazy light from the mist-shrouded moon creates an eerie landscape. The trees are like stiff fingers thrusting forth from the cold earth and the grass is heavy with dew. My wandering through the countryside brings me past Cidwm's small cottage. He sleeps, but is not resting. His spirit runs over the land, seeing all and being unseen. I sense another spirit, too, wandering the misty night. A woman, drawn by the mystery of the night, gentle and good, but troubled by a heavy loss. There are others about in the foggy night. Cursed creatures that hunt to satisfy their unnatural cravings. Beasts of the field and wood also roam the land. Each lives out its own tale of success and failure, life and death. I pass the Abbey. Its gothic structure a dark blot in the hazy moonlight. It is a holy place built in an unholy land. It was not always so. Once, long ages past, the land was as wholesome as a newborn. The people who inhabited it thrived. Then my enemy came and tainted the land. He suborned members of my family to his evil. Through them, he sought to weaken me, to defeat me. Through them was he able to pollute the lands. All through the long march of the ages we battled on one field and another. Ever did I prove stronger than he, for my strength is drawn from the earth and sky. Always I defeated him, but ever did he escape my justice. Will I at last be able to end this ancient war and put a stop to the evil that forever taunts me? About us all, the land broods.