Epic - By Maia

I wandered down the dark and gloomy alleyway behind the local restaurant. The stench of week old onions and mushrooms lingered in the air. I quickened my pace as I was eager to escape the smell. A few minutes later I reached the end of the alleyway, and I was now in the open air. Up ahead I could see a Tall and narrow tunnel. I carried on walking towards the entrance.

I begun walking through the cobblestone tunnel, I put my arms out, running my hands along the mossy walls, my fingers feeling every groove and bump in the stone. It wasn’t a very long tunnel, within about 1 minute I had already reached the other side.

My feet hit the hard, ground surface, with every step.It was so quiet and lonely, that the sound echoed throughtout the town. I walked past all the abandoned stalls and houses. Then I walked up over a bridge where I saw a castle a few meters ahead. The ground was as dusty and dirty as the attic back home. To the right of the castle was a small waterfall that trickled down the rocks beneath it, as if it were dancing. I could hear the water from where I was standing a few metres away, the quiet splashes calmed me.

Shortly after, I found myself staring into the distance. Trying to spot all the sheep on the green hills. I look down and see the blue river below,