The Rose

Ever since her mother died and her father disappeared, Belle has been waiting for this moment. Her daggers at the ready, her heart steeled with confidence, she faced him.

The beast.

Veangeace is a mocking thing.

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3. Chapter II

   The castle was invincible.

   I was convinced, after hours of circling the castle, hiding in bushes waiting for something to stir, and listening to my stomach growling with hunger, that there was no way in but to somehow get to the roof. The castle was huge. The windows were not boarded, but they remained dark all evening, not an ounce of light streaming from between a curtain fold. The door remained closed and locked. My lockpicks were useless on it.

   So, I had no choice but to find a way to the roof.

   I was a skilled climber, that much was true. But skilled enough to mount a roof made of slippery tiles and go undetected?

   This would be great challenge indeed.

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   I surveyed the castle one last time. Tall towers, dark stone, stained glass windows in some places.  The images portrayed weren’t sophisticated; most of them were of a man. Some of a strange beast. All very colourful, a contrast to the rest of the castle that was showered in bleak greys and blacks.

   I finally found a weakness.

   At the back of the castle, many of the stones were cracked and misshapen. If I could hoist myself up using some rope, I would be able to slip through an open window I had spotted on one of the shorter towers.

   I un-looped the thick rope from my belt, thanking the stars that it was unharmed, despite the wolf attack. I tied a large stone to the end of it, stepping back from the wall I was pressed up against. It would be a risk to step out in the open, but I had no choice.

   I moved forward quickly, about fifty metres away from the castle. Looking up at the tower, I shook of any nerves and doubts, slowing aiming the stone at the end of the rope at a large crevice in the stone wall.

   And I threw.

   It landed perfectly, breaking through the stone. I gulped, hoping no one had heard the noise.

   I rushed back to the shadows of the wall, and began tying my rope around my waist. I tugged, making sure everything was secure.

   And I started to climb.

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