I settle down near the entrance of my oldest of homes. I look out over the mist covered waters; the night sky darkens under the building storm clouds. I come here to learn, to think, to plan. In the short time I've been awake, I have found much that disturbs me. My most ancient of enemies gathers his strength and may soon make his opening move. I must be ready to prevent and to counteract this. Already I can sense more of the unnatural creatures of the night gathering here. Always they gather when his power grows. My descendant, too, has been brought to this place. By his design, or by her own decision? That question has no answer as yet. When I left Drakesheath Manor, I felt the heavy presence of evil. I will have to examine that house more closely. What of the events from earlier this night? Did I save Artie from my enemy - or did I fall prey to his plan? Something still bothers me about that. I will have to be alert when she is present. I do not believe she will wittingly assist my enemy, but he has ways to enforce his desires. And the Wolf, too, is here. He and I go back far in the mists of Time. His is an ancient spirit, bound to the land and ordained to protect it. He is my son, not of blood, but of spirit. And there are the spirits. Not just the ones condemned to stay behind, but those who returned to protect, to warn, the living. I sigh. There are more questions than answers. There is something more, too. I can sense another presence being drawn to this corner of the world. It is equally as malicious and evil as my enemy. It is a presence I have come across before. I can only hope I don't have to face both of them at the same time. Standing, I decide to return to the village in the morning. For the rest of this night, I will rest here. Turning, I enter the mouth of the small cave. A short distance inside, a gash, hidden behind a twist in the back wall, gives me access to the hidden caverns deep within the hills. Few know of this place, and none know what is hidden here.