The witch's tower: The last witch's curse

Trigger

"Wooow, that is one tall tower, isn't it Olier?" A young man, decorated in heavy black steel armour that glistened in against the sunlight behind him. His black hair twitched a bit in the light breeze, as his blue eyes glanced up a large and demonic looking tower before him, on ground which greatly contrasted with the ground just behind him. He was now stood at the new barrier of the land, separating the plagued land from the pure land behind him, a village, that had people packing and leaving from it behind them, as they knew it would all be too soon when the plague spread more, turning their beautiful and tranquil village and farmland into the arid, scorched land of the plagued witches land, which was dowsed by a dark red sky and ominous black clouds. The large crystal white  horse  with a long blonde silky mane from beside the knight grunted as he raised one free hand up to his horse to pet it, his other arm holding his dark metal  helmet beneath his arm... On his back there was a large sword with a jade handle, with a bright blue germ in it's centre. it was sheathed in leather, also embezzled with golden patterns across it...

"I-I'm sorry Sir Arthur, this is as far as we can take you..."an old farmer stated solemnly from behind the knight who in turn looked back to the old farmer with a small smile.
"Ah, no... It's no problem, I think I can make it from here, I mean, there's no way I can miss a tower that huge..." Arthur laughed half-heartedly as he pointed at the tower which expelled an enormous ghastly aura from above it... Arthur's eye's caught glimpse of the farmland behind the old man, young kids running throughout the small wooden huts of the village. This place certain area of the land was known for its beauty, it was a place of bountiful harvest. Right now, there was a crop in blossom that birthed an array of yellow blossoms, those blossoms catching the breeze and floating around them all, lighting up against the sunlight, almost like angelic lights... The thought of such a beautiful place, being ruined within a few days, due to the plague behind him made his body grow slightly numb...  However, then he smiled warmly at the old man, casting aside his saddened thoughts. "Just focus on getting your family to safety, hopefully I can get this sorted before your farm is destroyed..." Arthur then went on, his gaze casting to the fearful plagued lands, as the farmer looked down, slightly tearful and not really knowing what to say....
"Bless your kind heart Sir Arthur..." the farmer uttered as Arthur put on his dark steel helmet onto his head, looking back at the old farmer with a happy look in his eyes.
"Take care good sir, I wish you well in the future..." Arthur told him, bidding the farmer well and hopping onto his horse and grabbing its reigns. "Let's go, Olier..." he then announced, patting the side of the horses neck, as they began to gallop off into the plagued lands; the ground shaking as they did. A sign of the plague drawing nearer to the kingdom.

"Ah, we finally made it, I thought it would take us forever to get here..." Arthur uttered whimsically as they ventured more into the plagued lands, the horse Olier, seeming to almost stealth around these grounds... He took off his helmet and took a deep breath of fresh air, glad to be out of his helmet.... Before then he gave a quickly disgusted expression, his face going rather pale as he then slowly put his helmet back on, giving a sigh. "It's smells horrible here..." he mumbled with a sickly tone as Olier grunted in a reply...

The land here was rotting, the buildings which only a few weeks ago were standing tall, were now corroding away into dust, leaving very little trace's of human life ever being here. Only the toughest of buildings made of stone remained as ruins around them as they ventured the lands... There was an ample supply of small animal bones and large blackened withered tree's around them. Every so often there was a small ditch where a river or stream once was... If there was any water left in them, it was of a horrible gooey consistency and a repulsive green colour. Arthur glanced down to water with a cautious expression, his nose scrunching up a bit at the smell the water gave off as it bubbled slowly. "Let's hope that the water doesn't flow down to the villages downstream..." Arthur then muttered, as his eyes trailed back up to the deadly witch's tower... 'That evil croon was the cause of all this... If this doesn't stop, then the whole kingdom will just wither away...' he thought to himself before his eyes narrowed at the sunken bones of a dead deer... 'I don't want to think about what being in this place for very long does to humans...' he thought to himself, when suddenly Olier stopped in his tracks, making Arthur jump as it snapped him out of his thoughts... Then he looked back down to his horse, a little annoyed. "Hey Olier, we cannot stop for a break in a place like this..." he grumbled as his horse grunted back at him, refusing to move from where he was. Arthur sighed, getting off his horses back in a reluctant manner and grabbing a small carrot from the side pocket of saddle, before looking back at his horse in an agitated way. "I get it, I get it, you want to stop... After this no more breaks though..." he told his horse sternly, walking over to the front of Olier.