Chapter - V

The Seeker

In the tale of my life, I am the exception, a girl with powers beyond measure. Yet, with great power comes great peril, and so my story begins. As the day wore on, the time weighed heavy upon me, and the uncertainty of closing times loomed. The enchanting fireflies, their glow as a lure, enticed me to follow, providing a guide through the darkness. One even alighted upon my head, its warmth searing, but my heart was light with laughter. Yet, the silence of this place echoed with a warning, and my intuition bade me to heed the signs. The rancid air and a dead-end corridor led me to a chamber lost in time, a vestige of ancient Welbert. 

The candle holder, a relic of fidelity, lay shattered upon the floor, and as I picked up the pieces, my heart raced with wonder and fear. What secrets did this place hold, and what mysteries awaited me within these walls?

As I placed the candle stand in my shoulder bag, my body quivered with unease. My eyes darted to the towering panes of glass, their cracked and weathered state evoking scenes from a dark tale. Suddenly, a shadowy figure loomed before me, casting a chilling spell upon my being. My heart raced with fear as the figure began to move, spiraling around me like a dance of malevolence.

My mind reeled with confusion, questioning the very foundation of my sanity. With a sudden burst of courage, I fled the scene and sought refuge in a distant corner. My fingers brushed against the nearby wall, and a strange sensation tingled through my skin. To my horror, I saw a giant tarantula, its furry legs creeping up my hand. With a scream of terror, I flung my hand away, the echoes of my cries mingling with the flapping of owl wings in the distance.

Trembling with fear, I called out to the guards, begging for safety from the grotesque horrors of that place. "Help… Security!"

As I rubbed my trembling hands against my jeans, hoping to rid myself of the eerie sensations, I staggered away from the wall, hysterical and disoriented. The room was vast, looming over me with a haunting emptiness. My body quivered with fear, my mind in a daze from the lack of air. Adrenaline surged through me as I realized the gravity of my situation - where was the guard? Had my screams gone unheard? Was I entirely alone in this foreboding place? What madness had led me to venture here?

I stumbled into the next chamber, only to be met with an imperial decor that sent shivers down my spine. The furniture and surroundings seemed to take on an eerie turn, and my mind played tricks on me. As I stood there, lost and bewildered, I couldn't even recall how I had entered this place.

As I stepped into the grand hall, my eyes fell upon the new wooden flooring that had replaced the once magnificent marble. My heart sank as I searched for a means of escape, but to no avail. This was no ordinary museum, but a castle steeped in history - the Welbert Castle, with a legacy that spanned centuries.

My mind wandered to the legends that surrounded this place, the stories of King Welbert Quinsley Castle - a haunted fortress that had stood tall since the 17th century, a testament to the greatness of the kingdom of Welbert. The king himself was said to be a powerful ruler, whose reign had lasted longer than any bone buried in the soil.

"Oh no"