Many years ago, there was a castle, with grand turrets and mighty stone. I lived in one of the houses in the small village around it. I was young back then, and was adjusting to my surroundings. But that was a long time ago, and now, after the people came and overtook us, surrounding the castle there are new houses, and the village has gone. The castle is dying. Never again will we have our pride, only our sorrow. Every day I walk past it to my cottage in the forest. I look back at the castles past glory. “Remember…”I whisper.