The Secret of Min's Castle

Chapitre 2

Dear readers,

After a long journey, I arrived at a muddy road. No vehicle could reasonably hope to penetrate the forest that separated Min Manor from the rest of the world. Was I scared alone in the woods, with no light other than that of my lighter? Yes, absolutely.

The deeper I went, the more my father's words about this manor filled my mind. The vision before my eyes was a far cry from the flowerbed he'd mourned me for. The property had certainly been abandoned.

Like the Min family's children. Had they too been left to die in this big, cold castle? A chilling thought struck me: "Are they even still alive?

 I quickly dismissed this horrifying thought. The further I went into the woods, the more I noticed that the scenery was very different from that found in the parks of traditional Korean estates.

Mr Min, according to my father, was a very wealthy and passionate man. He was devoted to Gothic art, and to one legend in particular, Dracula. So, as I passed, I found broken sculptures, with almost nothing left of their former beauty.

My gaze froze when, among the ruins, I saw a white limb kiosk. Time had spared it. I was sure I could see it in the same condition as my father had seen it ten years ago. It was in the night like a light. I don't know who had carved it, but it was a work of goldsmiths. Marble roses stood out, hearts, lilies, dogs, a sign of fidelity. There was no doubt that this kiosk was an ode to love. Here, I was sure, two people had loved each other. Moving on was easier. I knew I'd find beauty in this place. And I was just as sure to find it in its residents.

 FINALLY! dear reader, I'm at the gate.

If walking is good for your health, it's a lot less safe when it comes to doing it in the polar cold. I was soaked to the skin. But the feeling of having finally arrived warmed me.

Dad, I'm here. Mr Min, I'm looking forward to meeting you.