A fable for a night

A long time ago, in far-far country were three beautiful princesses. They were twins. One day they were walking in the forest. The first sister went in your husband’s castle on the coast of The Great White Ocean. The second sister went in the capital of Nuthervool, her country, on the council of fathers of your people. The third sister went in the great city on the coast of the Great Sea of Moorcks, in Beregh, on the great east festival. They planned to ride together but in the middle of their road they would have to leave each other and never see each other again.
The night was coming. The forest was immersed in the darkness. The rain was beginning. Thunder and lightning were flying over the forest. Fear was born in their hearts. Soon they saw the castle on the peak of mountain. One window was lit.
- Come on, honeys! Just sleep and eat. No more, - said the first sister.
- Yes, but I think that we must talk with castle’s master before first, - said the second sister.
- Wait! I think that it’s bad idea. We don’t know who lives here. Maybe this is the castle of the great mankiller? Do you know the legends about him? – Said the third sister, - In the dark at midnight single strangers enter in his castle and never come out again.
- It’s only a legend, nothing more, - laughed the first sister, - Do you believe in this, my dear? It’s so funny!
- We are three! – Said the second sister, - We needn’t to be frightened!
- All right. Let’s go, - said the third sister but inside her heart she knew that it was a truth.
The dark, mystic castle has cast its shadow over them. Their horses had begun to be nervous. And they were also feeling scared.
The first sister went to the door and knocked. Silence was her only answer. She knocked again but the answer was silence again. She pushed the door and entered into the dark hall.
- Hello! Is anybody here? – She asked but there was no answer, - Go, sisters, maybe the master isn’t here.
- I’m here, - answered a man in black clothes, who stood on the stairs, - Come in! Don’t be scared! I’m glad to see you! I’ve waited you!
- What does it mean? – asked the third sister. She had stopped at the door and hadn’t wanted to come in.
- It means that your arrival was prophesied. Many, many years ago. And now you’re my guests, - answered the master.
At this moment the door slammed and two of the sisters have found themselves in the dark. The third sister fell on the stair out of door. She had heard that her sisters were crying in the castle but she couldn’t do anything because the door was locked. She went to her horse and rode out of this place. When she was riding she said: “I’m sorry, my sisters! It’s my curse! And my path!” When she arrived in the capital she said that the great mankiller had taken her sisters for sacrifice. Everyone thought that she had lost her mind and she was taken place in a tower of a far castle on the sea island.
- Are we your prisoners? – asked the first sister. The great wizard and mankiller Samaert looked on her and answered:
- No, you are my guests. But it’s not a place you can leave. It’s a prison. For me. And for us. I’m sorry!
The first sister was crying. She was in the beginning of the long road. The road of eternity. Eternity of pain, loneliness and immortality.
Nobody has tried to look for their. Because it’s only a legend, fable. A fable for the night.