In the shadowy heart of a moonless night, Hugo, a cunning Greek witch with a mastery of ancient spells, stood before the formidable castle of Eryndor. Cloaked in darkness, he whispered an incantation, his eyes gleaming with determination. The castle guards, armed and vigilant, were no match for the ethereal magic weaving through the air. One by one, they fell into a deep, enchanted slumber as Hugo slipped past them, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Inside the castle's dimly lit corridors, Hugo moved with practiced stealth, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. He had heard tales of unimaginable treasures hidden within these walls, guarded by powerful enchantments and fearsome warriors. As he approached the grand hall, the air grew thick with an unfamiliar presence, a palpable tension that sent shivers down his spine.
There, amidst the flickering candlelight, stood the princess, her back to him as she gazed out a window at the vast, moonlit gardens below. Unaware of his intentions or his presence, she hummed a soft tune, lost in her thoughts. Her silhouette, framed by the silken drapes, seemed almost otherworldly in its grace.
Hugo's breath caught for a moment, not from any concern for her, but from the surprise of encountering anyone awake at this hour. He knew he had to remain focused. Silently, he edged closer to the treasure chamber, his eyes darting briefly to ensure she hadn't noticed him. Each step was a delicate dance between stealth and precision, his heart pounding with the thrill of the heist.
As he reached the ornate door leading to the castle's vault, he spared no second glance for the princess. She was merely another figure in the castle, an obstacle at best. Hugo's mind was fixed on the treasure that lay beyond the door, his fingers already weaving the spell to unlock it. His mission was clear, and the presence of the princess was nothing more than a fleeting detail in his path.
“The vault of Eryndor” he whispered, pushing the door open