Castle

George = spifey

He lead us out of the main part of the village and we saw the old dilapidated houses. At the edge of it we saw an epic Castle. It was a little crumbled and broken but it still held the feeling of majestic-ness. It was really cool with all the Vines growing all over.

Darryl: what's in the Castle?

George: just Castle stuff.

Darryl: like what?

George: I've never been in a castle. Do I don't know.

Zak: then let's find out!

He ran towards the front of the building.

George grabbed his arm quickly bringing Zak to a stop.

George: are you crazy!! No one goes in there. I've heard that everyone who goes in there dies! You can't take that chance!

Zak: oh. Dang it.

"Let's just keep going." I said.

We continued and soon got to a house that didn't look as beat up.

George: that's my house. I don't trust you to go anywhere else do you're going to be right by my house.

Darryl: can we see your house?!

George: uh sure.

We all walked into the house. Inside there was a good smell. It was like warm bread.

Inside was a young girl cooking.

"George who are our new guests?" She says in a high and soft tone.

Darryl: I'm Darryl!

Zak: geez you're insane. Uhh I'm Zak.

"Vincent. And you?

"Hanna."

Darryl: is this your wife?

George: what? Uhh no. We met a while back and since she had nowhere to go, I let her stay here. Women can't go anywhere in this kingdom.

(I'm not mean, that's actually how it was for a long time.)

She curtsied.

Hanna: ... George? Why are they, uh, dressed like that? They're not..?

She didn't have to finish for George to understand.

George: well, yeah. But, hear me out, they promised not to hurt us.

Hanna: so?! That doesn't mean they won't! This is suicidal!

Darryl: Madam, we have no intentions of hurting anyone. You don't need to fear. We're good people.

Once again, Darryl's words became calming and rhythmic.

She stopped freaking out.

Hanna: j-just for the record, I don't trust you.

"That's okay." I responded.

Hanna:George why are they here. What to they need.

Darryl: we just wanted to see your nice house!

Zak: that's actually the reason. Even if it sounds stupid.

Hanna: week why didn't you say so? I've got cake.

She ran away to get a cake. It looked more like bread, but maybe that's because there isn't any frosting.

We all took a piece. And yep. It was bread.

Zak: it's bread.

Darryl: it's good! But that's not cake.

"I needed food."

Darryl opened his book and searched around for a bit.

Darryl: according to this the word cake, used to mean bread as well as the original word. So cake wasn't as sugary and fatty as it is now.

Zak: oh ok.

"Yeah that makes sense."

Hanna: do you not know basic wording?

Zak: I guess not. We all can't remember anything of our lives. I don't know if there are our real names.

George: okay?

"That's not how memory loss works."

Darryl: hmm?

"Amnesia makes you forget things, but basic wording, and stuff like reading, writing, or playing an instrument is something you will remember. Because it uses repetition."

I don't know where I know that.

Darryl: that's just weird then.

Hanna: ... Right. Well if that's all you wanted then you are free to leave.

Zak: ok then.

We thanked them and left.

Zak: what now?

Darryl: let's go to that place!!

He pointed to a house that wasn't at torn down.

We went in.  Zak started a fire in the fire place. And we talked for a while before falling asleep.