The icy wind whipped through the
streets of town. All the sane were fast asleep inside there housing, but who is
to say this was a place of sanity. Sounds of hoof against cobblestone and the
creaks of axles echoed like clockwork through the roadways. Few dared stray
from their path, for only few knew of the outside and only half the previously
stated lived to tell about it. A hill set above the urban area but it was far
from deserted. That was where the evil man kept his residence. He was a man of
many words, but few looked up to the breath he used. This land was not ruled
under what you may call a democracy or a republic. Described herein is not a
country. It is a place of unfair ruling and of harsh law and citizen. There are
some that would say this place never existed. Some say it was an island, others
say it was a dream, but to others it was a lifetime in hell.