Luckin Rock Castle
{Here's a story I started just today, I am not sure where exactly I am going with this yet....but I will add more as it develops. I hope some of you like it! 😄}
The wind began to pick up on a cool late autumn afternoon. For miles there was nothing to be seen except the cobblestone road they had been walking on for what seemed like days. It had been nearly nine hours since their car’s battery had died.
“Elian are you sure that sign had said that Dublin was only 37 miles away?” A small petite woman with auburn hair had spoken. She pulled her black pea coat around her tighter as a gush of wind came at her. Her emerald eyes had become watery from the wind and her once porcelain like cheeks were now rosy. “Elizabeth sweetheart please just trust me, I know that was what the sign had said.” Elian said to her as he watched his fiancé wrap her scarf around her neck. Elian was a tall man who had broad shoulders, chestnut hair and baby blue eyes. He put his right arm around the left side of her. “Surely we’d have been there by now.” Elizabeth said to him in a weary voice. “Lizzy I believe we’ve made it nearly three quarters of the way. We’re bound to hit the city before dark falls.” Elian told her in a soothing voice as he caressed her back. “Oh Elian what kind of rotten luck is this? My parents were expecting us hours ago, some vacation this is.” Elizabeth said while she pouted.
They continued walking along the cobblestone road. In the distance Elian spotted a faint light and spoke “Look Lizzy, there’s a light and it’s just up ahead.” “Oh splendid, maybe they’ll offer us a cup of tea.” Elizabeth said as she quickened her pace.
As the couple grew closer to the light they could see the shape of a large structure. They were drawn towards the light, almost as like they were mesmerized. “We’re almost there Lizzy, c’mon.” Elian said, now running along the road. They looked up at the structure in front of them they could now make out the shape of it. It was an old 15th Century castle. They approached the gates and surprisingly they were already open. They stepped through the gates and headed towards the castle. They stopped just a few paces from the door. “Oh Liz look at it, it’s simply marvelous.” Elian said as he gazed up at the castle. Elian was a historian with a special likeness for castles. “I wonder who the ancestors of this castle are?” Elian was talking, but only to himself. Elizabeth was too busy staring at the light that was coming through from the window in the top tower. She reached out for the doorknocker and saw on the door these words written in gold letters:
Welcome my pretties to the finest castle in Ireland, LUCKIN ROCK CASTLE. Just knock three times and we’ll be sure to have you as our guest.
Elizabeth struck the knocker three times. The door slowly creaked open. Liz stepped in and called out “HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO, IS ANYBODY THERE?” She listened for a greeting but the only sounds that could be heard were Elian’s footsteps behind her and her voice echoing throughout the castle. “Where is the caretaker?” Elizabeth wondered. “Would ya look at this place Lizzy, it’s blimey brilliant.” Elian said to Liz as he gazed around in awe of the castle’s contents. “This is turning out to be a great vacation ya know, bloody better than staying cooped up with your family.” Elian said to her. “I’ll agree with you about the turn out of all of this, but I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you attempt to slash my family.” Liz told him in a cold tone. “Ah for cryin’ out loud Lizzy I was just meant that we are getting a little adventure out of all of this. It is not an attempt to slash your family I haven’t ever met them so who am I to say anything.” Elian exclaimed and winked with a smile on his face.
Something shiny caught Elian’s eye and he let out a low whistle.
“Holy bananas will get a gander at that beauty over there.” Elian said.
Elizabeth turned to look at what Elian was talking about. A tall complete set of armor in the shape of a knight stood next to a banister. The knight was made of solid gold and he was holding a Celtic sword in one hand and a Celtic shield in the other. The shield bared a picture of a Leprechaun standing on a pot of gold. “What an interesting shield.” Elizabeth said. “Aren’t most shield’s made with the countries coat of arms on them?” She asked. “Yes, most are made that way. This one is highly unusual, yet it’s fascinating.” Elian said while running a finger along the sword’s handle.