Salalbaard Ruins
I peered through the entrance to Salalbaard. It looked ruinous, but in an archaic, magical, kind of way. I thought that now I was here, I may as well have a little explore round the old place. After all, you don't come across an old Greek castle everyday. So I went in. I shouldn't have. The gate clanged shut behind me. I was trapped. My first thought was obviously to find my way out as quickly as possible, so I got out my torch. I shouldn't have done that either. Everything looked ghostly and skeletal, like a mummy had been buried inside. As I walked on, I saw passages. Quickly going down the largest, I wondered how big this place was.
Viralent ivy had crept in since the days of the Greek Kings; it had injured the walls so grievously they had sank to the ground, like old men with under an hour to live. I saw it as a good sign, it meant the exit was not far ahead. However, the feeling of relief was quickly taken over by fear again, as I remembered ivy could come into a building through a gap the size of a mouse hole. My fear felt stronger, as if something was going to happen. I'd spent only an hour or so here, but I was feeling I had been here forever.
My fears were proved quite right when I saw a rockslide blocking the way upward. You do not know how I felt then. To try and sum it up, I felt horrified, terrified, petrified; and some more; all put together in one. Shifting, shifting, shifting, was all that I did for the next half an hour. I rested for five minutes after I had a hole big enough for me to squeeze through, then went on. But my backpack was heavy. I was sure I would reach the end soon, but the moss carried on growing; everything was deserted. It looked like the castle of Salalbaard had been untouched for centuries. Ivy grew round me like a cloak, moss invaded my fingernails; and I was so exhausted I simply fell asleep, in spite of myself and my wishes.
I woke to find myself in a car, being drove to the theatre. I remembered the castle, but it was not there. I could not contain my joy. The Greek castle of the Kings and Gods was nowhere to be seen. I was out. I was safe.
A/N: Thank you for reading, this is a mini story of my own, but I connected it to Percy Jackson because it has 'Greek' in it. I hope you liked it, and please review, because a like or alert doesn't actually tell me what you thought. Again, thank you!