SkyFall

Spark

"Ready?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"Hm... No."

He chuckled slightly. "Dawn teleporting won't be that bad; you will just feel nauseous."

"Exactly!"

He gave an amused smile and took my hand. "I'll be right beside you."

"Yeah, but you'll feel perfectly fine."

"On the count of three... One..."

"Two..." I whispered. I closed my eyes tightly and cringed, waiting for it to be over.

"Three."

****

"Wow," I said breathlessly once the nausea faded away. I took in the scenery. There it stood before me; stretching hundreds of feet into the sky. The castle.

A forest of pine trees surrounded it as it sat on a small hill top. There were no fences or guards. There was no need. No one -no one- could ever locate the castle. Except for The Creator himself.

It was made of strong, beige stone and had tall towers.

Passing through the arch of the entrance, was a giant garden. In the very center stood a tall, intricate fountain. The tallest peak shot out water in which a detailed dragon coiled around. The lower tiers had fish that would squirt out water consistently. Each tier overflowed until the water reached the basin at the very bottom. There, water lilies floated on the water, and the inside of the basin was filled with colorful tile.

Pretty cherry trees edged the garden along with vibrant flower beds. Stones outlined the flower beds and following the stones, there was soft, green grass. I walked towards a rose bush and was shocked at what I saw. They weren't ordinary roses. They were made of rubies- rubies! The lilies in the fountain were made of pink kunzite. The flower beds, on the other hand, were actually real flowers. A stone path led to the wide stairs of the castle entrance. Reaching the top, -which took a while because of my hurt ankle- we made our way to the door. It was made of sturdy, thick wood and had a large, brass knocker. I was pretty sure that it was just for decoration, since no one could actually visit without Logan knowing about it.

Grinning, he opened the door and gestured for me to enter first.

The ceilings were high and dome-like. Chandeliers above hung down with hundreds of tiny crystals. The furniture was made of dark cherrywood and the walls were cream-colored. There were some ancient paintings here an there, along with fancy drapery on the windows. A grand, stone fireplace had its mantelpiece decorated with elegant pottery. The couches were soft and brown, with red silk pillows. Although everything was beyond fancy, it had a nice, cozy feeling to it. To the left there was a wide staircase that curved slightly. Beyond that, there was a door that led to the dining room.

The dining room had a long table and several chairs with leather seatings, all made of dark cherrywood as well. The table was set up with a cream-colored table runner, an intricate rose arrangement in the center, and the red cloth napkins folded prettily. Drinking glasses, silverware, and plates were set up as well. Two chandlers just like the others hung down from the huge ceiling.

"What do you think?" Logan asked.

"It's amazing!"

He chuckled. "And you haven't even been upstairs, or to the pasture, or to the garden yet."

"I thought the entrance was the garden."

"There's another one, and it's much better."

A short, plump lady wearing an apron came in. She had a kind face and a warm smile. "Why, we have a guest? Can I get you both anything to eat or drink?"