Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

I walk down the steps, letting my hands brush across each and every block of stone in the walls. Sighing, I sit myself down and remove my cloak. The emeralds lining this velvet cloak mean nothing now, neither do the rubies, diamonds, sapphires hidden in the dungeon below. They all mean nothing now, promises, riches, dreams. All lost beneath the thudding of the horses' hooves on the tightly packed mud, lost in the breath of the soldiers carried away by the wind as they approach my castle.