The cast of the moonlight beam was just even for the entrance to be seen. The creatures where silent and ever so still barely moving against their will. The pathway was lit just even to see the garden gate and the lock in the gleam. The memories would flood too many unknown, all she could remember was this was the place a child called home.
The weight of a bag was pulled across the ground, making something like a thud, thunk type of sound. The reflection of double blades could be seen clearly in the beam, as she held them in her right hand. The padlock looked to be untouched, it didn’t surprise her the students didn’t venture out here much, around her neck was a small key.
Humming softly a poem she knew as old, something that she knew another in the castle would hear and show….
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the times come to play. Into the garden of shadows.”
A laugh, a tainted laugh would be heard echoing against the walls as she laid the bag on the ground and reached up for the key, and shoving it into lock. A twist and click would release the bonds as the rusted chain swung to the side without alarm.
Casting a glare behind her into the dark, as she hoisted up into her hand, using her free one she would use to send the door back. Stepping into the over grown veins and then disappearing in a snap, stopping just inside the wall.
Leaving the door open as the alluring voice was sing, into the darkness calling the shadows to their queen.
“Follow sweet children, I’ll show you the way. Through all the pain and the sorrows. Weep not poor children. For life is this way, murdering beauty and passions….”
The weight of a bag was pulled across the ground, making something like a thud, thunk type of sound. The reflection of double blades could be seen clearly in the beam, as she held them in her right hand. The padlock looked to be untouched, it didn’t surprise her the students didn’t venture out here much, around her neck was a small key.
Humming softly a poem she knew as old, something that she knew another in the castle would hear and show….
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the times come to play. Into the garden of shadows.”
A laugh, a tainted laugh would be heard echoing against the walls as she laid the bag on the ground and reached up for the key, and shoving it into lock. A twist and click would release the bonds as the rusted chain swung to the side without alarm.
Casting a glare behind her into the dark, as she hoisted up into her hand, using her free one she would use to send the door back. Stepping into the over grown veins and then disappearing in a snap, stopping just inside the wall.
Leaving the door open as the alluring voice was sing, into the darkness calling the shadows to their queen.
“Follow sweet children, I’ll show you the way. Through all the pain and the sorrows. Weep not poor children. For life is this way, murdering beauty and passions….”