Nevaeh silently followed the witches as they walked down a huge hall way of a castle. The castle was like one of those she had seen in movies and magazines. It was imposing and grand. Beautifully decorated pillars with fine golden engravings lined the hallway, and huge oil painted portraits stood between each pillar, with some foreign words written beneath them. It seemed like an unknown language of some sort.
The architectural work was highly commendable.
Nevaeh had her eyes darting around as they led her to God knows where.
Soon they were standing before a huge, double sided mahogany door, with golden handles. The door was immediately opened by the two men standing guard at the door, and they bowed to them.
