The place was bare. I once knew this place, Long time ago I'd been here with Henry and Nana Helen. The day at the Amoria fare was a treasured memorize that ended horribly but still a lovely memory none the less. The place was desert now, the horse stable burnt down, it looked like it had happened a while back, weeds were growing all around it, the once well-manicured green field was dry and patchy, it looked abandoned deserted almost. The smell however was something different, It smelt like rotting corpses mixed with the smell of vampires and something else, something that sent shockwaves through me.

"What's that smell," Mage...