Dana's Story | Cyane C. Kramer

Laugharne Castle was an ideal place for a young boy to lose himself. There were twists, turns, and a sufficient amount of decay to delight any impressionable male mentality. Here, in Timothy's mind, was the stable for the horses. There was the kennel for the dogs. This side room by the tower? That, of course, was for the soldiers. Naturally, they were all preparing for war.

Timothy stood on the tip of a stone that jutted from the earth, and he closed his eyes for a few minutes. This was the place where they burned the witches, but there wouldn’t be any burnings today. They would need all the witches to help fight against the invaders.

He breathed deeply and imagined the smell of the stables, kennels, smithies… was that really what a smithy smelled like?

He opened his puzzled eyes, and tumbled from his perch. All around him bustled courtiers, workmen, soldiers, and a broad range of other characters. It was noisy, smoky, and animals were almost as common as people in the crowd. He dodged the feet, stood up, and gazed with wonder at a world that seemed better than he imagined it.

Mother would never believe this story.