Description: "This tale begins... on a night like this...
in these very woods..." At that moment, the wind picked up slightly. "Old Mr.
Tunnatin, a grey Lupe, was hobbling about his yard, searching for his petpet
that had died five years earlier. "
Midnight over Meridell: Part Three We crept along the roof of the castle, looking fervently
for any way of getting in. Unfortunately, the only way we could think of was
the drawbridge, but as it was still midnight, it was not going to be lowered...