Traces of the past

3. The time traveller

Reth POV

After wandering through a few halls that were interconnected, I realized was not what I have seen during the visit. The walls that were painted in pure white now were of a yellowish color. At doors and in the corner of the walls spiderwebs were loosely hanging. 

And dust. A lot of dust.

For a mere moment I thought I have traveled in time and landed in a period where nobody inhabited the castle. That was until I stumbled hearing a deep voice shouting not far from where I was.

"Tell that boy to hurry up" The voice shouted full of echo. I was a man's voice and from the sound of it it was a very powerful and angry voice. 

So the castle is not that empty for sure I thought.

"If he doesn't want to be the wine himself" The voice continued.

But how could it be? Me travelling into the past? That was a thing of the movies and books and the last time I checked time travel was impossible.

While continuing my journey of discovery though the halls, I started to panic. The place was so unfamiliar that the thought of getting lost made me shiver. My mind drifted to my friends that were probably waiting for me a huge amount of time, to my university back in England and I suddenly started to regret coming here.

I could certainly have died in here and nobody could have found me!

I pushed myself to ignore the panic and follow the voice that shouted earlier and was now quiet. If there was someone in the castle, he will surely be so kind to help me find my notebook and my way out.

I was for sure just a little dizzy and my sense could have mixed up in the process, this was still bran castle after all.

All of my senses were screaming at me to open my eyes though , to see how much I was mistaken and how short I was falling in admitting the truth to myself.

This is not the castle you just saw with your friends. It's similar, but you see everything is so different. And you're still thinking about that notebook! Didn't the ladies you saw from the window scremed in what it seemed for a moment to be your mom's language? Why are you so fucking blind!

As I was trying to suppress the thoughts that were flooding my head, my steps came closer to what it seemed to be an open door.

A pale light was coming from it and before I knew it I was in front of that door, but not only in front of the beautifully carved wooden object, but in the face of a tall man.

He had a built attire and looked like the guys that were passing a lot of their time at the gym, just like my girlfriend. His hair was black, longer than what men worn and a a little wavy. It seemed very soft If I could it touch though.

His eyes were of a dark brown just like the wood of the doors and his face had a rough vibe to it especially with that black beard.

As for chlotes he was wearing something I have never seen before. A perfectly white dress shirt with lose sleeves and gold bottoms at the neck, a pair of red leather trousers kept from sliding down with a wide black belt certainly made from leather too.