Woodleg just kept on walking forward, not even looking back once to see where he was walking from.
"How big is this damn place?" He asked himself.
He walked by two rooms. One had a live heart that looked like it wasn't even dead yet. Another room had two skeletons laid up against the wall, chained by their feet.
"Eww! These people are some gross witches." He mumbled covering his mouth with his cloak.
He walked down the path until he saw a huge gate that looked like the entrance. He walked up to it, and heaved with all his mite. The gate finally opened, and he saw a few Women coming in from the path. He quickly ran behind the entrance, and waited for them to leave.
"Now that was a close one." He said, letting his wood leg jump out into the entrance.
He walked out into what looked like a path with funny looking tree hedges. He stumbled over to one of them, which looked like a giant dragon. The one beside it looked exactly like a cow. When he stepped back one foot, he could see that the point of the art, was that the dragon was catching its dinner, the cow.
"Well at least they had a weird sense of humor." He said.
He then turned to face the castle, which looked huge. It had a really eerie touch to it also. He could see some figures in a top window walking around. He started walking further down the path, and saw a crow sitting atop a large tree with fog underneath it.
"Man, these Women are so creepy!" He said walking on, avoiding the crow's chirps.
He was walking forward, when all of a sudden he tripped over a large stone.
"Damn it all!" He cursed to himself.
He looked back at what tripped him. He then saw a stone that seemed to be covered by a hedge. He moved it over, and saw that it said:
R.I.P.
Dustfinger
Fire-eater
It took a while for Woodleg to take in the information.
"It.. It can't be!" He yelled.
"IT CAN'T BE!"
He was now yelling and ripping weeds out of the ground. He kicked everything he saw with anger and fury. He was now kneeling down on the ground, whipping some tears away.
The door opened in the entrance. White Women, about 5 of them came forward. They gathered around him, waiting for the right moment to strike him.
"I swear to God! You killed my son. You shouldn't have done that. Because now, you have to deal with me." He got up and lit a match quickly. But as soon as he was ready to fight, the Women were closing in on him. They had blue whips ready to strike.
They struck him once. He fell to his knees. And he fell back. Another came from behind scarring his shoulder, knocking his weapon out of his hand. He started to tumble, close to the ledge of the flying castle. Another struck him, and he fell, fell off the ledge, falling far from the sky spinning in the air. He was now unconscious, and right before he hit the ground, he felt a quick splash of water, and closed his eyes.