Narrative #2."Castle Falls" by Micheal Leadingham

Fairy Tale Trouble.

Once upon a time there were two brothers on an adventure in the secret Fire Fly Forest trying to fine the Castle of Mist...

“I know it’s around here some where...”
“Are you kidding me?! Don’t even tell me we’re lost Nikko!”
“We’re not lost Bruseway ..I just forgot the way for a second...”
“That means you’re lost! And mothers going to kill us if we’re not back fore’ dark!”
As they turned the corner around the bend of a small creek that flowed through the forest in their small little row boat, they heard a light roaring as though a heard of animals were thumping across the forest floor. Unbeknownst to Bruseway, they were about to feast their eyes upon the most magnificent sight they have ever seen.
“We’re almost there, I promise.”
“What is that noise?! You’re lying! You-“
He stopped short as they turned the corner, beyond a small grassy field Bruseway saw it, his jaw on the bottom of the small row boat, his eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. The light roaring became nearly unbearably loud, with the millions of gallons of crystal water that poured off the cliffs of the castle into a small ravine below.
“C’mon Bruseway let’s go!”
Snapping out of the inevitable trance Bruseway trips, falls off the row boat; onto the shore, getting up; not even to dust himself off, running after Nikko. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Running towards the castle, across the field, stripping down to their nickers, and jumping off the small slope into the fresh waters below, they splashed and yelled and “woo-hoo’d” When all of a sudden millions of fire flies swept down towards the water in a cloud like drift. They stopped splashing and listened...
“Get out of the water!!!” They bellowed all at once. “You’re in danger! Get out!!”
Scared the boys jumped out of the water and ran back to the chaotic mess, that was their clothes upon the ground.
“STOP! Stay right where you are!” yelled a low rumble of words coming from the top of the castle. A black shade then smothered the sky and the ground around the boys’ feet, then whirled up and became the shape of a man standing in front of them.
He was starkly dressed, with long grey hair, and a lanky figure. He had a scar above his right eye, a big one, as if he was scratched and his aging skin drooped, making it seem to cover more of his forehead. His bony fingers lifted up and pointed at the young boys.
“You boys ...why are you boys here? Don’t you know the Fire Fly Forest is dangerous at this time of night? You should be at home safe in your nice warm beds...”
“We were just..”stuttered Bruseway.
“You were just what my poor boy?”
“We were just leaving, we’re sorry to have disturbed you sir.” Nikko cut in.
“Well now, why don’t you come inside and spend the night, I’m sure my accommodations will seem fit to your needs, and I know it is by far safer than anything in these woods at night.”
“No sir it’s ok we best be gettin’ home now, we don’t want our mother to be worryin’ about us.”
At that moment the boys felt suddenly tired and felt like they were floating towards the castle.

Then there was dark, “Nikko!!!...Nikko!!! are you there?” called out Bruseway. He was lost, cold, and hungry. He sat there shivering in the dark corner of the old man’s basement, while his brother lay on the table in the dinning room with a bright shiny apple in his mouth, with nothing but the sounds of knives sharpening on the grinding stone.