The journeyman had heard about the elusive Mystery School, hidden somewhere in the misty mountains of Transylvania. He had also heard stories of how they were devil worshippers and engaged in satanic rituals, even sacrifice. But he knew better. This was the church’s way of instilling fear into people’s hearts so that they would stay away from any esoteric knowledge. And nothing was more important than knowledge. The carriage wound its way along the serpentine paths through the hills and dense forests of the Carpathians until the majestic castle could be seen in the distance. It was nestled in the womb of the mountains and illuminated by moonlight, as if nature itself were holding it in a mystical embrace