Ghost Town !

A squeaking clatter wailed past as the unnatural darkness which was spreading over silent London, reached the outskirts of Berkshire to the much historic Windsor castle, but instead of going towards the standing castle, the shadow along with unnatural scratching noise settled towards the location of some abandoned ruins. 

A wild gale knocked over, blowing off dark mist to reveal the four figures standing in silence. Two knights donning the heaviest and strongest looking armor were acting as personal knights of the two figures in the middle. 

"It had changed…..really changed!"

A weak but shrill voice exclaimed as a sigh. The one who spoke was an old man wearing an iron mask with long black hair reaching up to his waist. He was standing with his old shriveled body only because of his loyal retainer to him he was holding in support.