Running from the Nords who were currently still ransacking his village the boy headed for the old castle in the distance. There were legends about the three towers that pierced the sky, one of some pink stone, another of green and the third so white it hurt the eyes to look at it in daylight. But the youngster pushed them all to the back of his mind, he couldn't afford to slow down, he could hear the footsteps and horses' hooves chasing him. The only thing he could think of was that he would be safer inside the black belly of the castle with its colorful towers than he was outside of it at the moment.
There was a ravine before the castle's grey curtain wall that generally discouraged the courageous fools who aspired to gain the treasures that surely were there. Even running for his life the boy rolled his eyes at such foolish thinking. There were no legends about treasures, only hollow deaths, and people turning into vampires and demons for invading the grounds. Though the legends never said why or how such things were done, they just mentioned the end affect. There were no tales of what actually lay inside the obsidian walls of the castle itself or its towers, just what had come out of them in the past. This is what lead him to keep going, that it was all hearsay of those who had come back out. For the foreseeable future, he wouldn't be coming back out. The ravine was coming fast, he knew there was a drawbridge that lowered across it from the gate, he could see the wood of it in the distance. But what he wasn't sure about was how to get the castle to lower it.
Stumbling to his knees at the edge of the ravine where it looked like the locking mechanism for the drawbridge was set he frantically looked around him for anything that would call to the castle. He saw nothing. He hung his head in defeat as the hooves and footsteps grew closer, more slowly now that he had stopped, but still oncoming. "Please." He whispered into the air. He didn't know who he was asking, only that he was asking for help, for a way to survive. The drawbridge lowered silently, if the air of it whooshing down past his face hadn't alerted him, he never would have known.
Men screamed and hollered and the sound of galloping horses renewed itself. The boy sat there staring for a few seconds before instinct took over again and he was up and running across the wood; his footsteps silent.