The castle was not what I was expecting. Some places looked marvelous, while others were in ruins. I wondered why that was.
"Perhaps it is because this place feeds off the fairies," Estel commented
"Feeds off the fairies?" I repeated. "What do you mean?"
I know my grandmother is not the best, but I can't believe that she would do something like this. She had already trapped all the fairies that didn't agree with her and transformed them into dark shadows. What else could she do?
"The Queen siphons power, not just from individuals, but from everything tied to magic. The castle is a reflection of her strength and control. When she’s strong, it flourishes. When she’s weakened, it crumbles.”
I glanced around the corridor. The walls were cracked, with vines creeping through the stones a
