The weary traveler paused as she rounded the last hill. Ah, here it was! The famous Castle North. She gazed for many moments, the biting wind chill forgotten, fascinated at the castle’s beauty as it stood starkly illuminated in the light of the moon.
The legend had been passed down by the seers for generations: if she went to the door and asked for a chicken’s heart on the second raven’s moon after the seventh star had appeared, then her lover would come back to her.
She looked up at the moon. Wait. Was this a raven’s moon or a hunter’s moon? Maybe it was the wolf’s moon after the fifth star? So confusing! So many moons and stars she had studied in the crumbling manuscripts before she began her journey. It was her own fault for being absent-minded just like her father always said.
The hell with it. She pulled out her phone and called a Lyft driver from the app. Who needed a lover anyway? She’d go get some pizza. Mmm pizza!