The man's pace was strong and fierce as the fire door had taken them to the castle. The gate to the castle looked so old as if the moment one touches it, it would collapse.
The black girl in his arms was still shivering and still in her traumatic state because the thunder didn't stop cracking up in the sky.
Kenny stared at the demonic castle, the house of magic. He was finally here with permission, he looked around through the gate, and behind them looked like a cliff but it was just so dark meaning the only place present in this place was the dark stormy castle.
Slowly, still, with her fingers holding onto his clothes so tight, he brought her to her feet. "Baby, I'm here," he held her cheeks into his hands. "It's not as scary as you think," he shook his head. With her eyes stuck into his, she shook her head. Kenny pushed and tilted his head to kiss her. Which was more of an assurance. "Are you ready?" He rubbed his nose with hers.
