The Castle

When night fell, she would attempt to find her way back to the castle through the guidance of the stars. The first time she returned, the castle’s silhouette gave her pause. No one ever mentioned a hermit kingdom beyond the mountains. The Temple taught her to recite the history of Tyngar and the seahorse-god they worshiped, while describing the glimmering smoke-dust that emanated from the mountains of Yonnere. But not this. Not a decaying castle, sand-choked, ruling nothing.

But what does it matter? One more entry in the history book, one more story to add to the thread of neverending time. Stories weren’t going to bring her father back. Learning the Beast’s magic, however…

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