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The Misty Moorland

Updated on October 2, 2014

After trudging through boggy Moorland for hours the ruined abbey finally came into sight through the thick mist that seemed to hug the ruins. It had been a year since we had first come across a coded letter and map that hinted of a treasure. We knew when we set off that it would be a long time and a lot of searching before we would find anything, if we even find anything at all. The ruins will probably be the first of many places we go on this journey.

As we got closer to the ruins the ground became wetter and a river came into view, its fast flowing water splashing over rocks.

As we stepped across the river the mist seemed to get thicker and the ruins seemed to vanish before our eyes. Then for a split second I thought I saw a figure in a white dress. But that must have just been the swirling mist tricking my mind.

Reaching the other side we could just make out the outline of the ruins. We headed for the stone structure that still stood tall.


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    • gmwilliams profile image

      Grace Marguerite Williams 3 years ago from the Greatest City In The World-New York City, New York

      Very interesting spin I might add.