Thunder rolled thought the hills was able to be heard from miles around. The lightning flashed a bright neon white over the lone hill surrounded by dry barren waste land. On the hill lit only by the lightning that contently flashed stood a lone castle simple, yet still grand. The castle was covered in ivy and moss making the castle look more like it was grown instead of built. Just below the hill with the castle stood a village, unlike the castle this village had no trace of green every plant that was there was brown and dead.

Despite the consent storm clouds not a single drop of rain ever hit the ground anywhere but the castle its self, leaving the ground for countless miles around dry and barren. The village had long since been abandon the day the castle appeared. No one knew when or how the castle got there only that once it appeared the rain stopped falling, the animals that had one lived there were lean and strong always had enough to meat.

The crops that grew in the once fertile soil were also strong and produces more then enough to last through the winter. Once the castle appear the animals disappeared and all the crops died, forcing all the villagers to move countless miles away. The closest village was just on the one the outskirts of the waste land was filled with the descends of those who fled the village in the wasteland. The founders named the village Hope, because the new village held the hope for survival.

The locals called the castle "The Weeping Castle" due to the fact that when the rain fell the castle looked like it was weeping. None of the locals dared to enter the wastelands, and they warn all who wish to visit the castle away. All who enter have one of two fates they are either never heard from again or are returned to the village. Those who do return are never the same, they stare blankly at all who approach them, they do not eat they do not eat drink or sleep. They receive all that their body needs to live through an IV. Those who are returned are always found just out side the village and always the day the full moon waned. The nickname for those who had been returned was "The Wasteland's Living Dead" due to the fact that they still lived but they were some how dead inside.

Countless doctors had come and gone from the village even helped to build a hospital just out side outside of town called "The Hospital of the Living Dead" but even they could not find out what was wrong with those who had returned, but they all came to the same conclusion, something seemed to be missing from each once of them. Every victim of the wasteland looked dull their skin was gray like they had died, eyes that were a very dull almost white no matter how dark their eyes had been before. The only thing that had remains the same was the hair. It remained the same shade and brightness as it had been the day they went into the wasteland.

The villagers since the day there village was founded had prayed to the gods for some kind of sign that would allow them to return to the home land they were forced to abandon and for help for the ones that the wasteland had returned.

One day as the many volunteers that worked in the hospital helping to care for those who lived, suddenly one of them turned to face her. The movement was so sudden that the young lady who was working there jumped before she look at the patient. If the sudden movement wasn't enough to scare her all of a sudden the woman spoke.

"The, the one with the power to destroy the castle is coming." Was all she said before she returned to starring blankly at the wall in front of her. The young girl quickly turned around and ran down the hall.