The gate groaned and creaked in the eerie silence that had descended over the cursed castle as Magnus shoved the bolt aside to open the gate.
From the outside the many turreted castle, it seemed abandoned, perhaps in a hurry. The once beige stonework had faded and slime and mold covered the lower half of the imposing structure. There was a moat, dry now, and the drawbridge had been left down, at least making it easy for Roland and Magnus to cross into the castle.
“What is this place exactly? Who lived here?” Roland asked. His body still thrummed with an odd energy and he found it difficult to stand still.
“It was the palace of a great kingdom at one time,” Magnus explained. “Those that escaped through the gates just before the curse did not live long. The curse followed in its own way I
