The town in which Makarov lived in as a teenage wad small. Quiet. Peaceful. But due to living in the middle of nowhere, the town had its rumours. And these rumours were semi supported by a dark castle on the mountain.

The castle was tall and covered the sun to make the winters even colder. It was all black and abandoned. No life dared to go up there. It was said that it was haunted by a woman. A woman who was hundreds of years old, but was said to look early twenties. The whole town knew of this woman and her stories. Some would even go as far as calling her a vampire.

It was said that she was summoned by a black candle which rested next to her chamber bed. Once lit she would once again walk the halls of her castle. But no-one ever lit the candle. The castle was off limits. The path to it wad blocked off.

One hallows eve Makarov decided to take a chance. While no-one was around he climbed over the barracks and treaded his way up the rocky rode. Once he was inside he was greated with luxurious antiques of gothic design.

Makarov soon found the candle. It seemed ancient and was surrounded by dust - as expected. He stood staring for a second. Rethinking his actions. The silence was deafening. However within time he took out his lighter..and lit the candle.