Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20150903010202/@comment-26807691-20150904223731

Many a rumour had been whispered about the crumbling castle atop the old hill and its supposed mysterious denizens. The girl following the path upwards with a single lit match in her hand was not the kind of brave person you might expect to want to disprove such tales, but dares were hard to turn down when they came from. Ahem. A certain person.

Muttering obscenities under her breath, the daughter of the Little Match Girl slipped on a misplaced stone and dropped her only source of light. She looked up to the castle, then shivered and wished she'd brought that damn shawl. Several more matches went to her hairclip, and flickered into a tiny flame.