Post by Flavia Bathory on Jan 15, 2015 16:04:41 GMT -5
Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Some secrets should never be known to humanity. Some times it is to protect the secret. Other times it is to protect humanity. This story is one of the latter. Perhaps it had been better to never have told it at all, but the bad thing with secrets is that eventually they will all be revealed, coming up to the surface....
It was night. The wind was howling around the corners of the castle on the mountaintop, with it's tall towers lit up every time a lightening flashed over the sky. On the plainlands underneath the castle was a small village. The houses were small and simple, clearly inhabited by simple farmers and workers. At this time of night the windows were bolted and shut. The rain was pouring down, and nobody with common sense would willingly go out in such weather.
And yet.... in spite of the sound of rain hitting the ground, faint sounds of hooves echoing against cobbled stones could be heard. A wagon appeared outside the castle, and a dark shape climbed out of the wagon. The doors of the castle were opened, and the shadow entered the castle, not making a sound.
The servants looked like drowned cats in the flickering light from the torches of the walls, as they started picking all the luggage from the wagon and carrying it inside. A stable boy came running and led the horses and wagon to the stable. This happened in a short amount of time, maybe only 30 minutes. Then the place in front of the castle was empty. If someone had passed here only seconds later, they might have noticed that not a footprint could be seen in the mud. Not from the shadow, not from the servants or even the horses. There were no traces anyone had ever been here...
It was night. The wind was howling around the corners of the castle on the mountaintop, with it's tall towers lit up every time a lightening flashed over the sky. On the plainlands underneath the castle was a small village. The houses were small and simple, clearly inhabited by simple farmers and workers. At this time of night the windows were bolted and shut. The rain was pouring down, and nobody with common sense would willingly go out in such weather.
And yet.... in spite of the sound of rain hitting the ground, faint sounds of hooves echoing against cobbled stones could be heard. A wagon appeared outside the castle, and a dark shape climbed out of the wagon. The doors of the castle were opened, and the shadow entered the castle, not making a sound.
The servants looked like drowned cats in the flickering light from the torches of the walls, as they started picking all the luggage from the wagon and carrying it inside. A stable boy came running and led the horses and wagon to the stable. This happened in a short amount of time, maybe only 30 minutes. Then the place in front of the castle was empty. If someone had passed here only seconds later, they might have noticed that not a footprint could be seen in the mud. Not from the shadow, not from the servants or even the horses. There were no traces anyone had ever been here...