It was a sleepy day accentuated by thick grey fog that rolled down the mountainside, its tendrils split by the looming trees which grew dispersed and sparingly, adorned the otherwise dark landscape. The overcast northern morning was breath-taking and although Melonie stared past the window she could see none of it.
“We're here Madam,” John, the younger chauffeur announced.
Melonie glanced up at the majesty of the ancient building, yes she recalls her first visit to her school a long time ago. Melonie wound down her window, she made eye contact with a guard who gave her a subtle nod.
“They are expecting us, follow that paved road. It will take us to the campsite”, she leaned back in her seat.
The young man drove as directed. Melonie leaned out of the window a little. The way to the
