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The Enchanted Castle
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The cliffs fell away into the sea, rearing white horses never stopping in their vicious onslaught to breach the rocks. It was a place of old, a place deserted by the now but remembered by the then. A giant wall of solid, inner strength, only one word could describe such an epitome of greatness: enchanted
It was true though; the cliffs were enchanted, no matter what anybody thought.
Sometimes wandering travelers would go by the cliffs, and occasionally, they would see the veil of magic surrounding the place. However, those travelers were rare – and it is said, that once they went past the tin line, they were never heard of or seen again. But it wasn’t often something like this happened – perhaps only once in a millennium or two.
As for the many travelers who could not see the enchantment, they felt the slightest tremors of magic in their bones, although they didn’t really understand. Some guessed at what happened; others just forgot about it without another thought. All, though, became inexplicably saddened and lonely whenever they remembered the cliffs, tumbling into the sea.
As you might have guessed, something existed beyond the enchanted cliffs – an enchanted castle. Years and years before, in the time where dragons were revered and wizards were famous, the castle had been a magnificent palace fit for the gods – but where had that all gone? Where were the long-forgotten knights of yore, the golden treasures?
Gone, all gone. But where?
Enchanted, of course.
They had been enchanted, magicked, you could say, into the sea and away, away, away. Now all that was left was just a ruined castle, set upon cliffs tumbling into the sea. Only a few lucky ones had ever been able to see it after the disappearance, but they had been there just at the right moment. It was a deserted place, full of loneliness and wanting for the times past, the times gone.
There is nothing more to say. The castle was sad and showed itself to those who felt the same sadness.
Together, the sea, the cliffs, and the castle wept.