The wrought iron gates peeled open, revealing a large courtyard beyond its wake. There was a large water fountain in the middle and seemed to be made out of marble. Black roses lined the fountain, concealing the bottom.

Willow trees were lined around the sides of the courtyard, casting large shadows. On the ground, a thin la
yer of fog was everywhere to be seen.

Barely visible through the fog, was a cobblestone path leading up to the fountain. It seemed to split once it reached the marble contours. Then, it was invisible.

Beyond the courtyard was a large door. There were two Gothic looking men standing outside of it.

One opened the door, which groaned with the effort.

And beyond that door was the darkest hallway fit for a castle. It had no light. The only thing that told you that was the right way, was the thick rug running along the hall.

This hall had no doors. Ahead was a grand stair case that seemed to be alit by moonlight. The stone steps were covered with a grey carpet that stretched around.

After that set of stairs, there was another. This staircase curled around, leading higher and higher up.

At the top of those stairs was amazing. The walls were hard, impenetrable gl*censored*. Not even a rock could break the gl*censored*.

This room was long and wide. The carpet was thick, black and smooth. A long obsidian table was against the wall that looked over the courtyard.

And the view on the other side of the room was breathtaking, as was this whole castle.

A grey river raced over hills of gr*censored* and roses. The sky seemed grey as it stretched over the field. When the sun set, it seemed to set the whole sky and field ablaze.