{Alright here goes}
Anna took in the slack of the reins of her Transylvannian steed, and pulled him along down the cobblestone road she occupied along with other customers in a market. It seemed to be everyone was out before the sun would set.
Why was she here? She mused, looking at the sort of structure that seemed to be St. Peter's church in the Vatican City. She made her way through the crowd and into the courtyard, taking in the sights of the statues. They seemed to guard the place as the protectors. That's comforting. She thought, breathing in.