Story Saturday – Into the Castle we go

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By the time the sun is reaching the horizon, my legs are burning and I’m struggling to match Darius’s even strides. I don’t complain, determined for Darius to stop first.

And finally, when I’m ready to collapse, I see it. A lamp light glows, marking the end of the forest, and beyond that lies the King’s castle. All the stories we’ve heard are nothing compared to seeing it with my own eyes.

The castle stands tall and proud over the trees, it’s gold and white colors swirling into one. Two men, clad in black and silver stand at attention next to the huge double oak doors.

“We take out those two in the front. Okay?” Darius stands behind me, already knocking back an arrow. I glance at him and back at the men.

“I forgot a bow and arrow.” I say meekly. He sigh and releases the arrow, draws another and shoots them both in quick succession.The fall with a soft grunt clutching their chests.

“Did you kill them?” I didn’t see any blood and the arrows had fallen out.

“They’re unconscious and they’re healing.” He whispered.

I pull my hood up, and wrap my fingers around my sword handle. Darius nods and we move silently towards the castle. My heart is doing cartwheels and a giddy smile is plastered to my face. I’m excited and at the same time scared.

In the shadows of the castle we stop and I pull out the Glamour vial. I tilt over my mouth and hand it over to him. I can already feel my body shifting and changing.

In seconds we both look like soldiers, complete with the guard’s uniforms. Dairus’s mouth quirks into a smile. “You’re a little too short aren’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply. Just pushes open the double oak doors and slips inside, I follow quickly not wanting to push open the doors myself. The closes with a thud behind me, and it takes every ounce of me not to wince.

The hallway was eerily silent as Darius and I made our way through it. Our shoes clicked against the tiled floor and I expected someone to appear any instant.

We were halfway across the hall when a man stepped out of a room. He locks the door and turns towards us, his eyes milky white.

Copyright Asma Faizal


Asma is a cat-loving co-blogger at IceyBooks. She's a 15 year old homeschooler who spends her time blogging (obviously), reading, and whatever else strikes her fancy. She's also a part time pirate and assassin.


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    June 3, 2013

    Asma! I wish I had the ambition and talent to write a novel, as you do! Keep up the great work!!