Shroud: Prolouge

The moon hovered in a dark sky, clouds drifted across it, rain pouring from them. Thunder growled, and lighting lit up the sky. It struck a towering spruce, and the flash illuminated a monsturous castle. It had turrets, and statues, but most of it had crumbled away, leaving debris on the overgrown ground.
Suddenly, laughter erupted from the castle, drowning out the thunder with it's sound.
Shrouded within the castle, was a woman, hunched over an open spell book. She wore a long, dark, hooded robe, and her skin was white and was so thin that even touching something could cause her to bleed. She wandered over to a sizzling cauldren, filled with green goop. She uttered some words, then the slime changed from green to blood red. The old witch laughed again. She slowly dipped her cracked, dry hand into the gloop, and when she took it out, it had turned soft, smooth and the colour of caramel.
She laughed again. And again.
This was the begining........