The Ancient Curse (Cecillia's Point Of Views)

Me and the mysterious man whose name was still unknown arrived at a building. In front of me stood a tall building. Was that where I live? Was that the shape of the castle where I spend my time? I got away from the mysterious man and then walked towards the place. 

I looked around and saw that there was a tree tied with a cloth as a sign for the entrance to the forest that I used to go through. I walked over to touch it, and it felt exactly the same as I always touched.

I counted the steps from there to the castle. It felt so quiet. Much quieter than before. There wasn't a stranger's voice that I heard nor was there the guards' voice that I was used to hearing. 

I entered and saw the whole shape of the castle that had become my home for seventeen years. I followed a rocky path. Around it was a garden consisting of rows of small pine trees, forming a line leading to a large door.