We reached the forest of Dracon after about three hours. It appeared eminently ancient, and unlike any other forest, I had seen or been camping with my parents. It emitted an aura of substantial murkiness, despite being enlightened with the sunlight. The trees looked like beings who had been cursed and doomed for a prolonged time. Moreover, as soon as we came in sight of the forest, a sort of creepiness conquered me, blurry white images of trees and woods flashed all over my mind and then an image of a blurred female figure sprinting away through the woods flashed past my brain, which felt like

The entire place appeared one large mystery to me despite what Malena said. My mind ached with the events of the night. What exactly was this perplexing place? I thought, glancing around weirdly, and why and how was I magnetically gravitated towards it. In addition to that, there was something very odd about that young woman Malena as realization struck me. She had hardly even asked my name, let alone enquire about me or my activities lately. Another very bizarre action of hers that came to my notice was her strangely typical medieval manner of conversing. That was simply not a piece of tradition she was following, I thought humorously. I didn’t go inside the room that Malena showed me, instead, I decided to take a tour of the place.

My eyes opened almost instantaneously, the blood trickling across my cheek had soaked but my head still throbbed abysmally. My feelings were going haywire, the ground underneath me seemed to have vanished. The illusion or dream or whatever it was, seemed to have restored memories of a life I lived hundreds of years ago. Vengeful feelings had slowly begun to overtake me, channelling my veins with hot blood, I felt as though I was going to erupt like a volcano. I looked at my painting again, it felt so weird, as though I had travelled through time and had been brought to this era. A sudden ray det

We began marching towards the mountain, which was about two miles away from the riverside, following Alex’s lead. The entire journey he annoyed us totally by treating roughly as though we were soldiers marching off towards the battle arena. Whenever any of us got exhausted, he would criticize us and even pass a few taunts. It was highly unusual and odd for him to display this sort of behaviour. Nevertheless, we bore him patiently and walked with the burdensome bags on our backs. He led us using a compass, and his navigation skills were so accurate that we didn’t astray even for a single moment. 

The darkness of the forest that had so irreversibly filled my retina subsided, and the familiar glow of luminescent torchlights filled my eyelids as they opened irritably, revealing to me the enormous hall of Windsor Castle.My hands and legs felt numb and immovable as I had been tied against the great hall wall, except that no ropes were used. Malena stood facing me right underneath the chandelier.