dear are you? You’re American?” the woman pouring my coffee said.
“Yes, I am. I’m just passing through. I am on my way to the village of Bernhardent,” I said.
As soon as I said it everyone around me stopped talking. The woman looked at me with wide eyes and then softened into a smile.
“What? What did I say?” I asked as she placed the lid on my coffee.
“Nothing dear, it is just superstitions, and that particular village is steeped in it.”
“Oh I see,” I said confused.
“Steeped in what exactly?”
“In old legends and stories of magic and magical creatures.”
“Oh!” I said as I laughed. “Isn’t that everywhere in Europe.”
“Yes, I suppose you are right.”
I walked out with my coffee and felt very uncomfortable as everyone stared at me. What a strange place, I thought to myself.
Then we were back on the road. I once again went back to sightseeing out the window with the hot coffee warming my hands. I soon forgot all about what the woman had said.
An hour later we were still not at our destination. This was the longest car ride, though it was very beautiful. I once again rolled down the partition to talk to the driver.
“Excuse me sir, how much longer?” I asked him.
“Only half an hour. We are entering the dark forest now and the village is on the other side,” he said.
Dark forest? I thought to myself. I knew that the countryside of Europe was full of areas with names that could be out of fairy tales, but Dark forest was a little much.
“Dark forest? Why is it called that?” I asked him not knowing if I really wanted to know the answer.
“Because the trees you see are very tall, so very little light gets through. It makes the ground of the forest dark… and other reasons.”
“Oh,” I said as I looked out the window at the tall pine trees that towered along both sides of the narrow road we drove down. It was true for when I looked between the bases of the trees it was indeed very dark. But what did he mean by “other reasons?” I thought I should leave it alone and not ask. Finally we emerged from the forest and into a wonderful valley with rolling hills on one side, the large snow covered mountains on the other, and of course the Dark forest on the other side. The small twinkling lights of the village glimmered as the sun began to set and the snow on top of the village buildings glowed a soft pink the remaining light of the sun.
The car entered the village and drove slowly through the town. The narrow streets only fit one car at a time and they were paved with cobblestones. There were adorable buildings lining the road and a large fountain in the town square that was currently frozen. On the fountain was a bear, which I thought was interesting, as I had never seen such a thing before. Only a few people were milling about and they all turned to look at the car. We drove out of the village and onto a driveway that winded through private property along the forest and on top of a hill. When we reached the top of the hill the drive sprawled out into a brick covered area. There were a few other cars parked and the building that sat behind it was massive. My mother called it an estate, but anyone could see that it was an old medieval castle. I swallowed hard as it looked a little creepy with its grey stoned walls and overall lack of cheeriness. If it weren’t for the snow on top of the building it would look very dark indeed.
Once I was inside my mother came down to greet me. She was already drunk of course.
“Oh darling Sarah, it is good to see you again,” she said as she hugged me. Then she squeezed my sides with her hands grabbing flesh as she hugged me. “I see you’ve put on a few more pounds.”
“No, mother I weigh exactly the same as the last time you saw me, but it’s good to see you too.”
“Very well the maid will show you to your room. Dinner is in an hour,” she said as she walked away.
I followed the maid up the winding staircase on the far
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