INCEPTION

THE CASTLE HOTEL

Genre-Fantasy

When Corbin reached the Castle Hotel,the first thing that caught his eye wasthe silhouette of the dark castle, against the night sky. They had been travelling the best part of the afternoon - well, his mum, Karen, had done the driving, and he had just donethe whining. He had never liked this place, even when it wasn't open to thepublic; the money-making fat cats hadstained the word hotel, forever. This place was bad. Why only Corbin could feel it, only God knew. Karen on the other hand, had fallen in love with the place, and that was from only driving past it a few months ago. She'd been planning this from that point in time. Why 'he'had to attend was another mystery. Her persistence worried him;it was like she had been sent on a top-secret mission - and him the required target. Was the mission complete?The lady at the main reception adopted the attitude of the hotel, eerie and mysterious. Their room on the other hand, reflected a whole new character - friendly and warm. Corbin didn't know if this was good or bad. Karen seemed to have taken to it like a dog takes to its master's leg, overly excited and not aware of the dangers. Regrettably, Karen could only secure one room with two separate beds. Oh well, at least he could claim one bed was his own. Corbin sat down on his bed with an uncomfortable ease. "Corbin, take that look of your face, you'll scare the ghosts away." Karen ordered."Why did you have to bring me here? This place is wrong." Corbin's words washed over his mother like water washes over a duck's back."I'm not listening to that excuse. I'm afraid you'll just have to come up with something better than that, or you could just enjoy yourself." Karen's sarcastic humour came out bitterly; Corbin decided to drop the matter.The days had passed more quickly than expected, the best thing to comeout of the holiday. Corbin laid there inbed, watching his mother enjoy a comfortable sleep. This was their final night; tomorrow would bring freedom from this place. Now all Corbin could do was count the hours away, instead of days. Karen had tried her best to please Corbin, and bribe him into accepting the place; it was just something he couldn't do. With no physical proof, or even a strange mishap, the hotel was making it difficult for Corbin to present his case of strange-goings-on. How come it only affected certain people? Like in those corny horror movies, it seemed only him, the main character, who could sense the danger. While all the others were doomed to end up in theircoffins. It was no use; he just wasn't going to drop off, maybe one last walkaround the hotel. Corbin presumed it was safe; nothing had presented itselfsince their first day here. He couldn't image what he would encounter anyway.Corbin paced himself slowly around the arched hallways, admiring the architect's craftsmanship. The stonesneatly slotting into place, it couldn't be done any more perfect than it was. The red soft velvety carpets, with matching curtains, and long colourful tapestries that dropped all the way down - all with so much grace. The windows were so big, Corbin was sure you would be able to drive a car through, without scratching its paintwork. He hoped he hadn't got himself lost again, especially at night, the worst time of all! The corridors set themselves like a maze, twisting and turning with a mystery around every corner. He had gone for a walk to make himself more tired, he had failed on his mission; he was now more awake than ever.Corbin stepped in to an oval shaped room - the library. The wind howled outside, rattling the glass in its frame.Bookcases followed the shape of the room, going round in a domino fashion, with the categories of books ranging from A to Z of knowledge, on each subject and genre. He didn't know where to start his journey, so he looked up instead. All the way up high, suspended from the ceiling, was a golden cage, rocking side to side with the caress of the wind, which didn't seem to be coming from any known source. The first intriguing thought to plague his mind was - how much electricity did they go through? Electrical lanterns illuminated each bookcase all around the room. Why did they keep them lit at this time of night? Could it be for night-time-wanderers like him? But still, all this for one passer by? He proceeded with caution and walked smack dead in the centre of the library, underneath the suspended cage. The air was scented with a sweet smell that tasted funny in his mouth, and Corbin wondered if the sweat smelling concoction had any other side effects. The cage still continued to swing, rocking to-and fro. Karen woke with a sudden jolt. Catching her breath and trying to reduce her rising temperature, she stayed there for a while in a right angle position. Why had she woke in asudden panic? She just wasn't the type to figure it out; she wasn't having a nightmare, didn't need a glass of water, and nobody had shaken her awake. So, instead, she put it down to the heat that had accumulated under the duvet, which had caused her to overheat. Karen looked over to where Corbin should belaying, a bump in the bed indicated he was still there, and breathing for himself. When he was little, she wouldsneak into his room, just to hear the sound of the air going in and out of his lungs - a mother's pride and joy. With only four hours left until they were evicted off the premises; time to get a few hours sleep-in. And before her eyelids closed in on her, she took one last look at her son. By the looks of it, he was sound a sleep, right where he should be.The suspended cage was now level, flat on the floor, with the door wide open. Almost too welcoming, but that's what it wanted. Corbin had onlybeen in the library ten minutes before it came crashing down, like theatre curtains waiting to start the show, instead of announcing the end. Automatically, he had headed for the door, only to be greeted by a dead end. They were bolted and shut tight. He was trapped, going round in circles like this room. There was no way he could force the doors open, not with his strength, and not with the strength of ten men. The doors were held with an unseen-mighty-force. It was time to put the bird in the cage. Lights filled the bottom of the cage, forming mesmerising patterns that filled the entire base, spilling out and sweeping the floor. White, with flashes of green and purple, all twisted in to make one colour. No matter how pretty the colours were, Corbin had to escape. All he could think of was to run around the room, and put as much distance between him, and the new threat as possible. More easily said than done, the light filled liquid was consuming the surface of the floor at an alarming rate. He began to run as fast as he could, blocking out the impending reality that awaited him.It had been two years since Karen had lost sight of her son, his image and memory was fading slowly. She could recall the place and time, but the details were hazing. The police had given up hope, with a lack of evidence and no fresh trails to follow. There wasn't much they could do, apart from offer their sincere condolences. She could see the look in their eyes, hoping that this fate never befall one of their own children. Every parent's worst nightmare, and also the reason for her divorce to her husband. Karen stacked the plates neatly in the cupboard, gazing into the pure white surface of the plates. The sunlight reflected perfectly of the white colour,and spread like tentacles across the kitchen. The green and purple beakers projected their own colours into the light show, creating an aura on the wall. This brought her to a standstill, and she couldn't remember why she had felt so troubled inside. A new feeling of life washed over her, the something that had been holding her back, had all been removed. The only word Karen could use was resurrection. With no memory of her past, she had to rebuild her future.Corbin was glowing from the inside of the cage that no longer rocked to-and-fro. A faint melody could be heard, faintly drifting in the air. His whole life had been changed, and he no longer knew who he was. Everything had been taken away from him, even the things that had connected him with his old life, apart from the re-occurring memories. A whole new identity had swallowed him up and trapped him, in this invisible world he now had to call home. A luminous glow that radiated of his clothes and skin, the clothes that resembled a prince - a prince of the air, a prince that will never be seen again by human eyes, and a prince that had been captured and locked away by an unseen mighty God.

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