Dark, obscure and streamline clouds gathered like a flock of black crows over a castle which is situated on the peak of an alpine-snow mountain. Coniferous trees seemed to diminish in numbers the closer they get to the snow covered peak. Rain fell, showering the medieval castle with massive amounts of water. Lightning occasionally fired, as if the dark sky and the damp earth were trying to shake hands. Thunder embraced every corner with its flamboyant sound.
In the castle, not much action was taking place, except for a scarce number of guards marching in and out at regular time intervals. The guards stood still like the four colossal, stony towers of the castle which are constructed at the corners. Their faces look dull, emotionless, and sullen. Through the massive Iron gates, a grand throne was placed in the middle of the extensive hallway. A man was seated on the cushioned throne, his hands sheltering his face as if he was too shy to face the cruel reality of life.
He wore a crown, pure gold galvanized on the surface, with diamonds which shone under the warm light produced from the chandelier above. He had armor, made entirely of gold, so glossy and metallic that it could replace a mirror. He was bald, making his head appear smooth and shiny. His eyes were both baggy and dark, the result of a massive lack of sleep. His beard was trimmed, dark and khaki. There he sat, slouched in a weird angle, his face displaying a gloomy emotion.
A royally dressed woman entered the grand hallway. Walking through the carpeted hallway, she looked so appealing that eyes of some guards were sticking their gaze upon her. She wore a crown too, this time galvanized with Iron. Her white, silky dress descended down like gentle waves arriving on the beach. She made her way unobtrusively to the man. Her eyes were like pearls freshly formed from the finest of the sea clams, she looked at him with such elegance that even the man had to fake a smile in return.
“Hello dear,” he spoke, his voice barely audible.
“You always come at the right times.” He smiled sadly at her.
She smiled back pleasantly, and felt his cheek with her fine hands.
“There will be a clarification to this, there will be,” she replied back.
She placed her hands elegantly on his laps and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“Help is coming, and besides, we will always be together.” She continued sweetly.
He took her hands with his without hesitation, and turned his gaze upon the night sky through the frosted glass, into the vast space. Yes hope will come. Hope must come. The woman hugged him, hands around his rather wide frame.
“Doesn’t the sky look beautiful today, Notch?”
