The Infamous Village
The mesmerizing castle rose above the- in comparison- tiny village, blindingly towering it. The built of the castle was ancient, it always stood there, never swaying, intimidating against the worst of disasters, invasions or decay. It wasn't owned or inhabited by anyone. It was ominous with various mysteries which were believed to be juxtaposed at this very place. You could tell from the detailed attention given to its structure that, no, this was no mere result of a dream or conjecture. And that the artists had, nevertheless, had been extremely frugal in the making of it.
Amazing, almost magical, no?
Unfortunately, the village, which was a part of the dazzling architecture, felt threatened by its looming presence in the dark. Though, they never admitted it, they actually enjoyed talking about this castle, despite the siege it put the village under. They made small talk but its influential power was still great. Once night fell, whispers rose. They believed the castle was a playground for ghosts and thus, was a damned entity. They told trespassing travelers or traders from faraway lands that the last emperor was very barbaric in his ways and was impeached by the ancestors of these villagers, and was hence, put this village under an unbreakable curse. This would explain why their cattle would fall ill and eventually, die, on feeding the ragweed surrounding the castle. They were even more frightened because of they fact that many a times the gardener living right beside the castle would smell sweet scents of wine which often made him hallucinate.
O Lord! What a waste! Why? Indeed, they had no clue. No clue, whatsoever, that the castle had once been a sacred ground for villagers not 'tainted' as they would now describe it. And who was to inform them that there was no emperor but in his stead a comely queen had reigned here, who had died of pneumonia. The curse? It was a silly sort of barrier created by the villagers then, to keep out evil-minded away! Oh, someone, tell them. Tell them the sweet scents were actually coming from the Madeira stored inside the castle waiting for someone to discover it. They wouldn't know how Madeira was used for worship earlier. They were so unknown to the fact that the cattle was feeding on ragwort- yes, the one which is poisonous to horses and cows!- all this time!
But, the villagers, instead of looking for answers, they made up fantasies. The village- I shall call the Infamous Village for when a courageous fellow- yet to be born- attempts to find out the truth, and does so- this village will be badly-reputed in other parts of the world. But until then, let's leave these poor fools add more false truths to this real fake world.
Amazing, almost magical, no?
Unfortunately, the village, which was a part of the dazzling architecture, felt threatened by its looming presence in the dark. Though, they never admitted it, they actually enjoyed talking about this castle, despite the siege it put the village under. They made small talk but its influential power was still great. Once night fell, whispers rose. They believed the castle was a playground for ghosts and thus, was a damned entity. They told trespassing travelers or traders from faraway lands that the last emperor was very barbaric in his ways and was impeached by the ancestors of these villagers, and was hence, put this village under an unbreakable curse. This would explain why their cattle would fall ill and eventually, die, on feeding the ragweed surrounding the castle. They were even more frightened because of they fact that many a times the gardener living right beside the castle would smell sweet scents of wine which often made him hallucinate.
O Lord! What a waste! Why? Indeed, they had no clue. No clue, whatsoever, that the castle had once been a sacred ground for villagers not 'tainted' as they would now describe it. And who was to inform them that there was no emperor but in his stead a comely queen had reigned here, who had died of pneumonia. The curse? It was a silly sort of barrier created by the villagers then, to keep out evil-minded away! Oh, someone, tell them. Tell them the sweet scents were actually coming from the Madeira stored inside the castle waiting for someone to discover it. They wouldn't know how Madeira was used for worship earlier. They were so unknown to the fact that the cattle was feeding on ragwort- yes, the one which is poisonous to horses and cows!- all this time!
But, the villagers, instead of looking for answers, they made up fantasies. The village- I shall call the Infamous Village for when a courageous fellow- yet to be born- attempts to find out the truth, and does so- this village will be badly-reputed in other parts of the world. But until then, let's leave these poor fools add more false truths to this real fake world.
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