Thou awakens in a tranquil field as the moon is slowly setting and the sun is rising over the horizon. Thou groans as thy's regaining of consiousness alerts thee to the throbbing headache. As thou attempts to turn thy's head, a sharp pain shoots thru thy's neck. Thou glances towards the cemetary gates and the hillside shrouded with trees. Thy's head is flooded with a flash of fuzzy memories of a striking women and a massive crypt. However, thou is not sure whether the memories thou has are real or a dream. Thou also wonder why thy's head is throbbing and thy's neck is so stiff and sore.
Thou lays back upon the ground and stares up at the sky trying to gather thy's scattered thoughts and to figure out what happened the night before. As thy's eyes survey the glorious morning sky, a black dove flying toward the dark mountains in the distance catches thy's eye. A sense of foreboding invades thee. Chills run up and down thy's spine as a million thoughts of what could have happened to thee run thru thy's mind. Thee wonders allowed "Am I a creature of the night......of the undead too?"
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