The Castle Kingdom is an ongoing story about a series of adventures four friends have. Svetlana and Ana are royals living in Europe who are best friends with William and Abère. They all attend the prestigious private academy where they lift each oth...
The fall of night plays victim to the diamond studded stars afar, pearly moon, and the clouds pressed into shapes of plush cotton with deeper blue streaks with detailed lines of white illumination. A deep bellowing rumble of an ancient elephant cries like it were haunting from the center of the earth. The violins dark sound of muffled notes with the wind strings what appears to be an orchestra with nature.
The swirl of wind as of coffee's steam intricately twist into form invisible hushed kisses on the slippery winding cobblestone roads, and moistened grand fogged hills. A few black silhouettes hover over the sleek roofs nearly invisible for the human eye. Nearly, quietly there is a spirit of something hidden between the shadows between the tall rows of shelves and innumerable colored spines. Inside, the crackling of the blazing fire brews the scent of slowly dying wood. Dancing embers rise and their specks gravitate up until they are no different than the air above up to the exceeding dome shaped ceiling. There are sphere shaped clear panes allowing a view of the starry night above. Amongst the other long wooden tables, there are a few thick books opened around a pile of papers scattered in the heart of it all. The young man to whom we were introduced is slightly hunched forward scribbling notes from the candle set besides him. The flickering illumination cause the shadows to dance before him.
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An intrusion cuts through the quaintness of the immense library.
"Have you seen them?" A young boy says approaching rather hastily. He too wears like all students a uniform with two other young boys besides him. The speaker has large glasses, curly blonde hair, and an accumulation of freckles on the tip of his turned up nose. A flash of anticipation is evident in his widened sea green eyes. He, unlike his comrades, has his navy tie thrown across his shoulder. This was Claudiu, a youth from Romania.
"Seen whom?" The recipient says straightening his posture.
"Albère, don't play with us." The tallest of the boys blurts out with a rather more serious tone. This boy also had glasses, but his features were different from his group. Darker skin, dark eyes, and with a face seeming of demeaning propriety in a sense which held him at a distance many times. Arun was his name, and he was granted an invitation and was accepted after receiving exceptionally high notes in primary school in India.
Albère creates a slight furrow as he lifts his brow slightly, "I'm not vexing any of you, but what are you talking about?"
"Lad! The guards outside the academy. Have you gone blind?" Claudiu speaks up again also gesturing his hands full of evident bottled vigor.
"Well...of course I've noticed, but never thought about it." Albère says eyeing each friend in hopes they would not bring up the embarrassment from earlier. His cheeks flush a red at the brush of thought. Albère had been rather hidden in his thoughts at providing so little effort in his arrival to class, and work. Had he been early, he would not have been so slow in his curiosity to the unknown visitors surrounding the academy.
