The Abandoned Fort
The morning light filtered through the dense canopy of trees as Nathaniel and I continued our journey, following the faint trail that had led us deeper into the wilderness. After days of tracking, our path had finally brought us to a looming structure that seemed to rise out of the earth itself—a massive, abandoned fort.
Its stone walls were covered in vines, weathered by time and the elements, giving it an air of haunting desolation. The fort was perched atop a hill, surrounded by thick forests, and the air was heavy with the scent of moss and damp earth.
As we approached, a chill ran down my spine. The fort was eerily silent, its imposing presence casting long shadows across the ground. The entrance was marked by a large, rusted gate that hung precariously on its hinges.