Oh my, the Black Castle is an evil and horrid place. Peter and I had to venture there to save John, Michael and Princess Tiger Lily. It is, as the name implies, a very black and dark, damp and dreary castle. As we dear closer to it, you could feel the foreboding sense that this castle enclosed. A feeling of death and misery. Peter and I landed on a cold, deteriorating, brick ledge were he taught me to fight. It did not ease my worries that there was a iron gate, half off its hinges, as an entry way to the castle. Once Peter had given me the signal, I went in to fight. Immediately I saw the stone statues of terrifying dragons and skeletons of past victims. Luckily, the fight was quick and quite easy; we escaped in the stolen boat to continue to the Indian camp of Princess Tiger Lily.
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