KatMika

The fragrant summer blooms can never last And so I descend from the verdant land A chilling echo from my silent past   A just war fought just for my slight soft hand The land where sulfurous twining rivers flow A palace built on martyrs’ holy bones No hint of life or sun does ever show My muted realm, my fabled, haunted home A land where mortals fear their earthly tomb That shines with wealth and riches yet unseen And halls where death forever waits and looms   And holds all secrets that have come or been And though this life I would not thought to choose It’s not a life I ever wish to lose

We were making for Budapest, the place where we would have the best chance of locating the Count's history, and thereby find a way to destroy him.  He had killed Anna's entire family, turned her only brother, Velkan, into a werewolf and then tried to use him to power some sick "Undead Life" machine.  All the innocents who had lost their lives to slake the thirst of him and his brides... I didn't even want to think about that. And yet, here we were.  The bounty hunter, the princess, and I, galloping ahead of Carl and Frankenstein's monster, towards the one place that would make us succeed or fail in our quest.