Monument of Sin
With my eyes closed I listened for the next roar of thunder.
The storm drew closer.
Huddled on the window-sill, I opened my eyes to see the flickers of lightning illuminating the town far below. Nestled at the bottom of the valley, it appeared so far away, from the castle tower. Perched high on the mountain side, the castle cast a dark shadow on the town below. I could feel my body tremble as another thunderous roar echoed through the open window. Moonlight trickled from the blanket of clouds above and as I held my hand out the light danced between my fingers. The blue jewelled necklace hanging from a long string around my neck, glistened in the moonlight. The sound of the rain taping against the large window, was oddly soothing and I could feel my mind starting to drift.
I remember sitting in this exact spot when my father told me, all the land we could see from this window, belonged to our family. Castle Corvin was built for his Great-Great- Grandfather, as a reward f