Straight For The Castle

Out in the northwest coast of Levenon City stood a castle, on top of a hill, just like the ones you would see in fairy tales. This castle belonged to the royal family of the then Levenon Empire. It's a mystery to everyone how the royal family died. There are rumours and stories of course. All those rumours were proved wrong by logicians, but there is still one that lingers. It's more of a legend than a rumour though. It's as follows,

"On top of the hill, the great castle of Levenon, there still lies the crown of the heir to the throne, inside the grand hall. Alas! The death of the heir before he was crowned is a great sorrow indeed. But now, if anyone could go up to the castle and take the crown for themselves, they should undoubtedly be called the ruler of Levenon!"

Now, knowing peoples nature they of course want the crown, both for power and status. So they obviously would want to go up to the castle. But there's a catch.

How do you go up to a castle guarded with magic?

Warning: There will be character deaths, so if you don't like that kind of stuff then well....you might not wanna read this. But to those who don't mind some deaths here and there and like betrayal, friendship getting ruined and other sad stuff, Welcome!

Please don't think this fic will only break your heart, trust me I'm a comedy lover myself and I assure you that you won't feel too sad, I hope. Anyway,

BUCKLE UP FOR A RIDEE!