Dust sprinkled down from the ceiling, trying to distract him from his goal but he kept onward unwavering. He stopped when he reached a large door with very elaborate etchings. "Thiss must be the throne room" he said aloud excitedly. Before trying to open it he examined the state of the structure around it. This place with built by what could only be described in otherworldly architects. Even after all these years the framework, then structure and even the little carvings where almost perfectly intact. He carefully touched the door with his right claw. The door around it collapsed and dozens of little bugs scurried about. He jumped back but laughed in spite of it all. Hundreds of years of dry rotting had made the door as sturdy and a sand castle.
 He ducked through the opening and walked a few feet before stopping to survey the room. He couldn't help but notice his jaw was a bit open, the throne room at last. All his hard work had paid off. Stone pillars to each side well over a hundred feet tall, Jewels strewn across everything in elaboragte designs. "Thiss must of been something in its day" His eyes caught a sparkle upon the throne, which sat upon a few stairs. He walked up to it and up the stairs with such grace his body language was paying homeage to those lost. When he got to the throne he saw crystal ball.
He examined the ball a minbute before touching it, magic eminated from it. When he went to touch it a flash of light blinded him for a second. When he opened them again he jumped back. There on the throne sat a ancestor, the king. He looked around, the entire place looked brand new, and gleamed from the white marble and shiney stones. People were all about carrying on with gossip. He closed his eyes and reopened them and the place returned to normal. "What jusst happened?" he asked himself unsure what to think.
Topic: Castles Vampiria, Fright, and Hope (Read 17151 times)