NO me pregunten porque, pero se me antojo escribir en ingleis, asi que me van disculpando todos los horrores de una vez.
No esta acabado, no he podido terminarlo. Espero no este muy sosote o trilladillo.
She lived in a scary village just next to a forest which used to be called "The black and very very quiet forest" due to the blackness and quietness that some villagers had experimented while they were there at some random point of their respectives lives.
Renné was a beautiful child. Her brown, long and straight hair was often picked up in form of a ponny tail and her enormous hazel eyes sparked beneath her bangs. She was only...11 years old.
She was a very interesting girl although she was just a little little bit more intelligent and mature than the common children, I can't tell what was the thing about her that makes her special, but the one thing that I do know is that she loved mysteries, the mysteries under her bed, the mysteries of the world.
One windy autumn day Renné decided to go for a walk with her mother. Her mother also as beautiful as Renné, had a magical aura and was always floating on her own toughts. So that day nothing seems different, the villagers were doing their tasks: making butter, cleaning the leafs from the roofs, feeding the animals. Everything looked normal but suddenly a bunch of people that came from nowhere bumped with them, the crowd separated Renné from her mom, but as I already said Renné was very brave so she stayed calm. The only thing that Renné could hear was an annoying buzzing noise so she tried to get out from there. Once she was aside Renné was desperately looking for her mother, she looked left and right, even up and down... and again down and up, right and left, when she saw a shadow running towards the forest. And again as I already told you, she loved mysteries so she instantly forgot about her mom and followed the shadow into the woods.
Renné had never been in the black and very very quiet forest before.
- The name really suits it - she thought.
She felt quite well in that strage place, she felt a sort of inner peace and she let that feeling get to her so in a matter of minutes, Renné was one with the forest and the forest was one with Renné.
She lose herself and started walking with no direction.
A few hours later Renné started to notice that the forest began to be less and less dark and in just a second she got infront of her a big gray castle.
The castle was really really tall, it had 3 towers with just one window each. The smallest was facing east, the middle one facing west and the tallest that was guarded by crows was facing south, right at the village. The castle also had a pond, and I am talking about those ponds that had horrible creatures in it, for Renné's fortune there was a little brick bridge that leaded to the majestic front door.
Renné walked the bridge and got to the front door, it was black and closed with three locks. It was impossible to get in and in her disillusion she looked down and saw a rug at her feet. It caught her attention, but then she also saw a little, empty flawerpot. She let her mind wonder what kind of flowers could have been there a few decades ago.
Renné stood there just watching the rug and the pot, the pot and the rug and she came with the futuristic idea of searching under the rug and inside de pot... She found two keys.
It took her at least one minute to gather all the uncertainty and fear and put it behind her.
She took the first lock and tried to open it... it worked. She took the second one and tried with the other key... it also worked.
- Too good to be true - she said as she looked around. - There's no other place where I can find the third key, obviously - But just when the last word slipped out her mouth she saw the third lock and, of course, it was broken.
