Thursday, April 15, 2010

Chapter 6

When she became conscious, she found herself lying on the ground. She was shivering and the cold was unbearable! The cold freezing wind was not help in at all. She was feeling cold to the bones.
She sat up and was even more shocked. Everything was in white. There was not a spot of different colour in the place. It’s white, white and more whites.

Then something caught her eyes! a CASTLE ! A castle? In this century??
What was even weirder about this castle is that it is also in white. White hills, white mountains, white castles and white landscape? Just what is this place?
Then she remembered the cut on her finger. It was beginning to bleed again. As she got up, a drop of blood from her finger fell on the ground of ice.
Suddenly the ground under her begun to shake and the ice was cracking ---slowly! She told herself that this had to be a dream.
The ice castle caught her eyes again and in some strange ways, seemed to be pulling and drawing her into it.
Slowly, she got up and looked around her again, shook her head in disbelief at all the happenings since she left her house that morning. She kept telling herself that she only wanted to visit her grandparents – nothing more, nothing less! So what was she doing here and going through all the weird experience?
She recalled the holes in the ground, the tunnels, the fireflies, the snake, the mirror and now this winter land with a castle to top it all.
She was too afraid to think of what she would find next in this uncalled for and unplanned adventure. If it was a dream, she wanted to wake up from it all, but this was not to be so.
“Oh, when will all this end?” moaned Lessie. “Please, someone! Wake me up!”
Reluctantly, she struggled to take the first step towards the mysterious castle, almost believing that it was her duty to fulfill her role of going to the castle and finding out more about it.
Although she was cold and hungry, step by step she approached the castle.
The path approaching the castle was actually a kind of narrow and winding bridge. Looking down, she guessed the height of the bridge must be a few hundred meters from the ground.
Threading carefully of the iced ground, she inched her way towards uncertainty.
Feeling tired, she stopped and looked at the towering castle! The wall must be at least twenty meters high. The parapets were too far up and the mist surrounding the top of the castle kept them as a secret.
On each corner of the high walls, stood very tall round towers. The towers seemed to pierced through the mist and reappeared above, almost reaching the sky.
The whiteness of the walls looked like mirrors, reflecting whatever lights that hit it.
In some cruel, weird and mysterious way, the scene looked almost picturesque.
The nearer she got to the gate of the castle, the faster her heart seemed to be beating. She thought after all the earlier experience, she would be used to all these unexpected events – but, no, the excitement and anxiety were still beyond her control and understanding.

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