05-06-2017, 03:35 PM
Dracula’s Castle, despite its foreboding nature, did not give Dan any sense of dread or despair. Perhaps it was dedication to his mission, or it may just be that he was daft, but he kept walking through the bleak town toward the even grimmer citadel. As he was walking, however, he was blocked by a guard with an obsidian-tipped spear.
“No entry past this point,” asserted the guard.
Dan argued, “Let me through, I need to see Dracula.”
“Any who approach the castle of Count Vlad Dracula will be marked for death.”
“That fiend! He set me up the whole time! Probably planned to off me just so he could make a quick buck!”
“Move away from the gate, sir.”
Dan walked back, his rage narrowed toward that shady charlatan who tried to get him killed. Since he was unsure of who this being was, he simply directed his fury at the next best, relative thing. He quickly scrawled “Dracula” in his notebook and continued walking through the town, passing by the various stores.
“No entry past this point,” asserted the guard.
Dan argued, “Let me through, I need to see Dracula.”
“Any who approach the castle of Count Vlad Dracula will be marked for death.”
“That fiend! He set me up the whole time! Probably planned to off me just so he could make a quick buck!”
“Move away from the gate, sir.”
Dan walked back, his rage narrowed toward that shady charlatan who tried to get him killed. Since he was unsure of who this being was, he simply directed his fury at the next best, relative thing. He quickly scrawled “Dracula” in his notebook and continued walking through the town, passing by the various stores.