Sunday, August 1, 2010
Picture B: image of a castle set on a hill top.
Standing high and mighty on the mountain top, the castle had a mysterious air surrounding it. The old marble bridge leading to it had long been broken off, a large gaping hole was left in its place. The cliff stretched down a good long ten kilometers. A strong rushing stream was what met you at the bottom. Twisted rocky paths led you to the ominous castle. Five tall pillars built a defensive ring against the outside world as if protecting a secret inside. Once bleached white walls were now smudged with soot and moss creeping at the bottom. Small battered blue flags could be seen on the castle’s roof. Purple at the bottom, orange, yellow, green and lastly blue filled the sky. Clouds circled the castle but not above it. Damian was standing at the other end of the bridge, looking up at the castle ruin. His mother had been held captive in that castle. A strong longing to reunite with his mother filled his eyes.
Posted by Stacey at 7:02 PM