<strong>Rowena in her Country House</strong><br/><br/>Of course Lady Rowena had much to think about since the last evening, she sensed there was a feeling of foreboding even here in Sussex   perhaps the Winterstone’s, or at least the new Lord and Lady  (if she could be called that) brought with them some sort of strange horror. A darkness was about them, that much she knew, and it would only grow worse.<br/><br/>Her sight had seen that, her visions showed her such horrors in London and even further a field. She screaming often kept her awake or rather woke her up at night. There would perhaps be a dark war if those that were neutral for now did not stop it.<br/><br/>Often in her dreams Rowena saw a Chess Board but she and others that had been at the event, the unwrapping, as well as faces she did not know were the pawns. Strange hands moved them and oddly they were no always the same.<br/><br/>The woman noticed a Raven at her window and then sometime later one of her maids told her there was a lad in the kitchen asking for work…He was insisting to speak to the mistress, and would not be moved.<br/><br/>In the distance Rowena could hear the same howls that those at the shooting weekend heard.<br/>