My journey's end is near; as the last few ebbs of daylight dance fleeting in the cooling twilight, and then suddenly dart off to chase the red sinking sun. Behind me I feel night's dark icy fingers slither up long looming shadows, hiding behind large mounds and boulders, watching my every move... silently waiting.... For days I have journeyed from the realms of the jungle wulf to 'KNIGHT LORE' castle to seek the old dying wizard and ask for his help to free me from this deathly curse... For countless nights I have slept chained to trees to keep my deathly curse at bay, but now I am here...