“Anna, I understand more than you know. I was murdered in return for my ideas. But I’m alive again here with a crown on my head. You have one too.” Lucius smiled in a twisty way that inferred he wasn’t the least bit unsettled by her frustration, or her past.
Anna reached up and found the gold circle nestled there atop her head. Her eyebrows shot upward in surprise as she took it down to study it. The gold was polished to a bright sheen and a small citrine gem gleamed from it’s embedded spot in the front.
Her fingers delicately brushed over the surface and lingered on the jewel. Suddenly tears welled up in her eyes and one hand went to cover her face as she appeared to melt under her emotions. Continue reading THE CASTLE part four
Mesmerized by the lavishness of her gown and ring, Anna turned to Lucius for answers. However, he wasn’t talking. He was simply leaning against the gate looking into her eyes with such tenderness that she wondered if he could see into her soul.
She couldn’t look away. Why did his eyes seem to dance and sparkle in the sun? How was it that rainbows of color played in their irises?
Embarrassed that she was staring at him, and confused that she couldn’t ask him a simple question without losing her train of thought, Anna turned to the boys with the dog. They were a welcome distraction that warmed her heart.
As they sat cross-legged on the grassy lawn, the boys tossed a yellow ball into the air. Over and over the ball went up and the dog would jump and snatch it in mid-air. He was quite good at his trick which made Lucius laugh and Anna smile in amazement. Continue reading THE CASTLE, part three
Anna pushed again and again but the gate didn’t budge. With hands on her hips, she stepped back and surveyed the massive iron monstrosity.
Inviting sounds and smells were still wafting plentifully through the barrier. So she stepped forward and began digging through the thick vines in an effort to see inside. But when she moved one vine, another blocked her view. The heavy tangle won it’s victory when it drew blood.
Standing back once more in frustration, she covered her wound and stared at the stubborn contraption. It wasn’t fair after taking such risk, that she would be kept from the final goal simply by not being able to open the gate. Continue reading THE CASTLE, part two
Anna’s feet ached with each step on the rough mountain path. She had seen the top of the castle, white and beckoning, just before this curve. Finding a flat-topped boulder, she sat down, kicked off a shabby shoe, and rubbed her foot.
Oh why had she come here? The castle hadn’t called to others. No one else in the village had been plagued with compelling wonder. They were content to sit in their small pomen’s and work their gardens year after year, and survive until old, and worn, and dead.
But from Cabon’s Point, just outside the village, the castle gleamed like a tiny gem in the distance, tempting her. Old Jable, the cobbler, had said it was a bad omen, her being so curious, when the tales warned of such behavior. No one who’d set out for the castle had ever come back to tell the story. So when Oma Olga, the baker, drew back at Anna’s inquisitiveness, it was years before she allowed herself to even glance at her temptation again. After all, Oma Olga knew everything about anything, including the secrets of Adjin and the Universe. She knew why He created and where He went afterward. If she was afraid, then everyone was afraid. Continue reading THE CASTLE, a story, part one