I DO NOT OWN THE TUDORS. SHOUTOUT TO TAMECHAMPAGNE FOR THEIR ASSISTANCE.
May 4, 2019. Windsor Castle
Anthony and Ethan woke up relatively early the next morning and got ready for their trip. Ethan had gone online and found out that it was only about a half-hour from London to Windsor Castle.
The brothers took a cab to Paddington station and boarded their train. As it sped along to its destination, they talked about the historical treasure trove that awaited them.
"Think about bro, we get to spend a whole day surrounded by hundreds of years of British history," Anthony remarked as Ethan ate a chocolate bar that he'd brought from the snack bar.
"You think that Queen Elizabeth will be there?" He asked his brother.
"When we get there look at the flag pole," Anthony replied. "If the flag is flying, it means the royals are there. If it isn't, then they ain't."
"The only royals that I remember besides the current ones are Princess Diana and Henry VIII," Ethan admitted. "What was that rhyme about his wives?"
"Divorced, beheaded died; divorced, beheaded, survived." Anthony recited the limerick by rote.
"That's kind of dark, ain't it?" Ethan asked.
"Well, Henry was kind of a dark king." Anthony shot back. Eventually, they arrived at Windsor Central Station.
"So how far is it to the castle from here?" Ethan inquired.
"Not too far." Anthony assisted his brother as the two made a five-minute walk to the massive fortress. Once they reached the entrance, both young men looked up in amazement at the massive structure, from it's perfectly manicured courtyard to the imposing centuries old turrets.
"Holy shit, that thing is freaking huge!" Ethan remarked as the brothers made their way to the visitor receiving centre.
Once they had gone through the security and all of that hassle, they were allowed to explore the castle grounds. Anthony and his brother were both spellbound by the prodigious Windsor Castle.
"Was I right or was I right, bro?" Anthony asked as they explored.
"You were right bro," Ethan admitted.
"This castle has lasted for 950 years, dude." The elder Barker said as he gazed in awe at the miracle before him.
The tour progressed naturally. Anthony already knew most of the information, but Ethan was truly surprised by how much he was learning about the English monarchy.
The younger Barker was about to learn more still. The boys had strayed from the normal touring path and were walking until they came upon a strange door. They would have most likely passed it by, except for the fact that Anthony saw a speck of light through the keyhole.
"Dude!" he exclaimed.
"What?"
"I saw something."
"What?"
"It was through the door," Anthony said as he moved closer to the door and slowly opened it.
"What in the Hell are you doing bro?" Ethan whispered nervously. "We're probably not supposed to go in there." The elder Barker paid his brother no mind as he went through the doorway. Ethan, against his better judgement, followed his brother into a dark and gloomy hallway that did not look as well kept as the rest of the castle that they'd seen so far.
"You would think that there would be some kind of maintenance in here or something," Anthony remarked.
"You can file a complaint later, let's just go." Ethan pleaded as the two came upon a stone well. They looked inside and saw a deep hole.
"Damn..." Ethan said.
"I want to get a picture," Anthony said as he handed his phone to his brother.
"Come on man," Ethan whined.
"It'll be quick." Anthony sat on the well as Ethan took the picture. Suddenly, it felt as though a force was pulling on the eldest Barker and before he knew it he fell backwards into the well, yelling as he fell into the darkness.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Ethan cried out as he rushed over and looked into the well to find his brother. However, he leaned too far and fell in headfirst. "Shit!"
At the bottom, they found themselves in deep water. Anthony was trying to see where he was when he saw that same speck of light in the water. He swam towards it.
Anthony kept holding his breath as he swam closer and closer to the light. Finally, when his lungs were on the verge of giving up, he burst out of the water and found himself in a fountain.
"Ethan!" He cries out as he looked for his brother. "Ethan!" Suddenly, there was a splash as Ethan emerged from the water.
"Anthony!" He gasped. "Are you OK?"
"I think so," Anthony replied as the two stepped out of the water. They found themselves in a very beautiful garden that looked like it cost a fortune to maintain.
"Where in the Hell are we?" Ethan asked.
"Beats the Hell out of me," Anthony replied.
WHERE HAVE THE BROTHERS GONE? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.