“This is where I wanted to be. This is what I’ve dreamt of all these years, while perfecting my skills.”
The voice was loud, but the winds did not carry it ahead. There appeared to be an invisible block around the castle. Maybe the winds had decided to stay away from happenings in the castle.
Nothing could be ruled out in the strange environs. It was a very different world.
A fairy called Hope was floating around on wings of air.
“The Moon is witness,” she opined, “He will do justice.”
“Moon? Where is the Moon? It is the eclipsed Sun,” Someone corrected her, “The darkness is ominous.”
‘Eclipses do not last forever. The Sun will rise again in full glory.”