The Castle

The Sword looked upon the horizon. Far away, nestled tween the evergreen valleys of the countryside, lay the stones that would have melt upon his gaze. Know, o reader, that The Sword pretended to storm a castle so magnificent, that foreigners from the western lands cried with joy upon laying sight of it. Not only that, but the castle stood leagues apart from whence The Sword stood. And he pretended to reach it, merely by exerting the power of his incandescent revenge. The fire that smoldered his soul would propel him towards his destiny.