THREE MONTHS AGO…
IF I SAID I had already adapted to living inside a cage, I would be lying. And ever since I was a kid, I hated lying. It felt like I was betraying the Moon Goddess by saying things that I didn’t mean. My tongue would freeze and my brain wouldn’t be able to come up with a lie fast enough to save my life. It was one of the things that made my dad happy. He would take advantage of my inability to tell a lie.
The castle was a haunted house. It was the best thing I could come up with about the place. Besides the fact that the place was as massive as mountains surrounded by hills, it was also eerie. Very creepy. The stairs would creak at night, giving an uncanny feeling at the back of your neck. The shadows would swallow every corner and every inch of the castle, making your
