A thorn-riddled vine lay across the threshold, as some sort of guardian for the tower. The sharp edge of each thorn a small warning for the danger beyond this point. 

With my heart rumbling in my chest, I inhaled a deep breath and took a careful step over the thick girth of the vine. In realization that it could not stop me, it began to slither under the stone bridge, like a snake who had lost a...

Shattering winds aggressively wrestle their way through the tall grass on the cliff’s edge, giving it an effective comb through. We approach the edge, gooseflesh pimpling down my limbs. A shiver crawls up my spine. The waves scream their icy tune as they thrash against the bottom of the cliff. I spare a glance down, my stomach dropping at the distance. I turn to my sister, who presses her thin lip...