I stood there. Frozen. As if drawn yo this place. Looking at the custom gates of the mannour befour me. I used to live there before my family fell in grace.
i clenched my fist. An all too familiar pressure pressed in my chest as i rememberd the day i was bannished. I hated that feeling but resented those who live in the mannour now more than ever.
I knew the guards will come chase me if i stand here any minute longer. I could tell from the way they look at every passing person. My fammily crest was embeded on the crest. The Golds. Distinguished by a unique crest granted by the Monarch Of Stength.
A chariot of powerfull horses was aproaching the gates from the other side. As the gates opend and the mannour was now clearly visible the gates felt like a barrier, a border that separated two worlds. Beyond it was a garden that many would kill for, ritch lands and a building akin to a lovrish palase.
I was starstruck, captivated and lost in its beauty. An eden it was. I hate it.
The steeds came towards me with such grace. I involuntarily took a step back, flinched, in fear. I continued down the street. With renewed haterad that reminded me of my purpose.
I continued down the path.
A junctire that led to two paths which lead to the same institute.
I went left. The chariot went right. A lonely road that can only be described as where the snake bites its tail.