After not listening to Tyson’s rules, Caleb and his loyal companion had got through never thinking it would had been so identically accurate to what he had drawn in the book. But somehow, every corner and every tiny pebble he drew was in the exact spot that he had imagined. ​The air smelt fresh and felt cooling for the sun was set behind many dozing clouds drifting to the right of him. A winding stream and waterfall spluttered behind a mountain of slate stone rocks. He breathed the air through his nose giving a cute smile that whistled through the looming, tall trees.

Suddenly, before Caleb forgot, he remembered what he had drawn and that it won’t be far from here. He could find it. On top a large hill, the drawing was just identical and he was surprised when he saw it.

“Perfect” hissed Caleb, fixing his eyes on the structure. Thick stone walls stood shaped in all sorts of curves and peered over the stream, leaving a beautiful view. No questions asked, he ran fast as he could to the arch door way. By the time he got to the drawbridge, it was open. In the centre, horses munched on fresh hay and soldiers marched straight through.

He figured that he may not be able to stay forever so he decided to explore as much as possible till every corner was searched. In one room he couldn’t believe what he found: a mix of a marble stone kitchen; a cosy bedroom and even a living room shrouded by famous paintings. All of this caught his attention, without thinking, he sank into the bed wrapping up in its soft covers. Over the other side of the room, a hungry fire crackled beside two open windows both creating a suitable atmosphere.

Maybe he should have known that he wasn’t actually recognised in the castle. For seconds later, loud footsteps thundered down the hall making him jump. Immediately, Caleb slithered underneath the bed before shuddering when something struck him.

“I know you’re in here..” smirked a deep voice. Caleb was the enemy.