It was difficult to tell when dawn finally broke, there was no beautiful red light bleeding into the sky nor were there any birds happily chirping their morning songs. Instead deep grey clouds flooded the morning sky, keeping the land below steeped in a depressing mood for the coming day.
Some might see this as a bad omen, or a sign of wickedness that this way comes, but to others this was just a normal day in Scotland. To see the sun was a rare treat indeed in these wet land dreary lands.
Curiously enough, this miserable blanket covering the sky seemed to form a perfect circle around the sky directly above the castle that sat atop the hill. Every other part of the city had clouds looming over it, yet above this centuries old monument there were nothing but clear skies.
