Convenient
Walking through the Castle on the Lake was like walking through a dream. Every wall was decorated with a thrilling scene before me; unicorns and fairies of all different colors seemed to dance on the walls. Though the castle had a claustrophobic feeling to it. Even though everywhere I looked there were beautiful scenes of a nonexistent world, there were no windows and most of the pictures where shrouded in darkness only a torchlight that Anselmo was carrying.
Our small group broke off from the main hallway and into a dark winding stairway into the unknown. But soon enough a door could be seen in the dim torchlight. Anslemo who was in the front of our group pushed hard on the swollen wood of the door and had little success in opening it. He then turned to me and handed me the large torch and tried again. As he was struggling to open the door I was getting more uncomfortable by the second. The dark corridor was airless with now windows and the torch's heat wasn't doing anything to help. After a few failed attempts of opening the door Anslemo was roughly pushed aside by a guard I did not know. He cleared everybody from the doorway and made a well-placed kick to the swollen wood and the door immediately burst open into a mysterious room. "I loosened it," muttered Anslemo but he was immediately scolded with a glare by Violante.
Violante entered first followed by Mo, then Dustfinger, then me and the solders followed in last carrying the traitor. At a signal from Violante the solder who kicked the door slowly went over to the door and closed it tight. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room what I saw scared me half to death. The walls here did not contain scenes of frolicking unicorns and careless fairies. This room contained scenes of death and destruction, fire and blood. The paintings were so lifelike that I found myself sweating and inching closer and closer to the small window on the opposite side of the circular room. The room was filled with the smell of salt water and the beach.
Violante seemed to be enjoying the view out the window and leisurely turned towards me. As I saw her eyes, I knew something was wrong. Her murderous glance sent shivers down my spine and I instantly straightened up. "There is something very…." Violante was pacing slightly as she thought of the correct word to use her word eerily even, "convenient about your arrival here." I tried to hide my absolute terror with little success. "It is very convenient that you were imprisoned in the cell right next to the Bluejay's, it was convenient that you got him to let you come along. Then you just happened to know that there was a tunnel that just happened to lead into the heart of my grandfathers castle." Violante was cut off by the traitor's voice, "She had nothing to do with this." He begged. Violante turned her death glare to him. He stiffened and said, "I swear this on my honor." Violante gave him a disgusted look and replied, "A traitor has no honor." The sad solder just hung his head.
Violante continued, "This convince reeks of my father's spies meant to lull us into a false sense of security!" her last word made everyone in the crowded room jump. I decided to add my two cents, "This is ridiculous how would your father even predict your plans to fly to your grandfather's castle." My voice was just as steady as hers was. "My father has countless spies, and apparently I cannot even trust my own men." Violante curtly replied. The sun outside had almost set, casting an orange glow to the scary room filled with death. Mo stepped into the conversation, "Violante, I know this traitor in your ranks has shaken you but you cannot loose faith in all of your allies so suddenly because of it." Violante stared into Mo's eyes and was about to reply but stopped herself and said to the solders, "leave her and the traitor in this room until we can figure out what to do with them." She immediately turned toward her entourage and left with the others. Anslemo gave me a slightly friendly and slightly suspicious glance as he finally locked the door on us. Now I am a prisoner once again.