Kristian chose me to tell the story of this photo, and it is an interesting tale indeed.
The man brought his niece and nephew to the cursed rock.
“It doesn’t look like such a big deal,” the girl said.
The boy was busy doing something on his phone. He looked up when his uncle poked him. “Sorry. Um yeah. Is this the big famous castle you go on about all the time?”
His sister laughed. “Rude! He paid for this cool vacation. Thanks again. We never get away.”
“You’re very welcome, my dear.” Their uncle smiled. “It’s actually my pleasure to come back here again where it all began. Where my father was cursed by a witch and our inheritance burned to the ground. All that’s left of the once magnificent castle and gardens is this hunk of rock.”
As the sun began to set, the air grew chilly and the girl shivered. “I’m sorry. But now you have us and a life somewhere else.”
“I don’t have my own children!” Her uncle raged. “That was part of the curse. Only my sister gets to have heirs. But I found a way to undo that witch’s spell. I’ve been researching ancient curses.”
This sounded weird and scary. The girl moved closer to her brother. “He said he can undo the curse.”
“I’m not deaf,” her brother replied. “So, what happens now, Uncle? Sprinkle some frog poop on the rock and say some magic words? I can’t wait to see the castle grow back before my eyes!”
His sister didn’t laugh at his sarcasm this time because their uncle pulled a knife out of his coat.
“No,” he said. “That’s for a different curse. Undoing this one requires a blood sacrifice.”
I’m supposed to post a new photo now and choose three bloggers to tell its story. I’ll post the photo, but instead of tagging peeps, which didn’t work out that well for me last time, I’m going to open it up to anyone who feels inspired to write about the photo.