• Sieghart was alone in his room one night. The eighteen-year old blonde-haired wonder caressed his ring blade and stared out into the night. I wonder how will I thwart Vlad if he has so many guards, he wistfully thought as he laid back down. The old nightmares haunted him as he slept. Again with the bloodshed and the death screams. How could he kill someone who was so similar to him? They both were filled with bloodlust. How could he end someone like Vlad the Impaler?

    I'll play by his rules, then, he thought as he continued to be whisked away into the darkness of sleep.

    On the next morning, he carried his ring blade atop his shoulder and walked the rocky path headed towards Wallachia Castle, the home of Vlad the Impaler.

    Along the courtyard, Sieghart saw the bodies of Ottoman Turks, Romania's enemies, impaled on stakes higher than a man. How can he sleep with all this death around, he asked himself as quietly dashed into the antechamber.

    His adventure was to begin in bloodshed...and hopefully, not end in bloodshed.