This is a neat little feature I'll be doing. I've been listening to classical and am trying to build a story around each song I listen to. Here is the song for this story, titled The Hall of the Mountain King. Enjoy and tell me what yout think!
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Writing to Classical
The Hall of the Mountain King
I had heard of it before, the dark castle that loomed over my small village. Rumours said that the great Mountain King lived in it and protected our village and the others near us. The Elders said never to go in it, we were told that someone had once and nearly destroyed the whole village doing so. But it always was in the corner of my eye, in the back of my mind. The great castle was like a magnet. And at midnight and sneaked out to see it.
I stepped up to its huge doors. "If there is a Mountain King, he's sleeping." I thought. I opened them with a mighty pull and was greeted with a huge hall. It seemed stretched on for miles. I walked inside, my palms sweating, and I felt nervous. What if I was caught by someone from the village? Or worse...the Mountain King. But I still walked forward.
Huge doors were lined side by side on the sides of the hall. It was extravagant in its own way, giant pillars supporting the roof. Almost like a cathedral. My footsteps echoed and I went onto tip-toes. Giant chandeliers hung on the the ceiling. "So amazing." I gasped. But then the door shut closed and I stopped. Footsteps could be heard behind me and I started to walk a little faster down the great hall. The footsteps went faster as well.
I started into a small jog. "The end...where's the end!?" I thought. There was no door at the end of the hall. I made a sharp turn and headed to a large door. I heaved at the handle but the door didn't open. The footsteps were so close...
I ran to the front entrance. I sprinted with everything I had, but the footsteps were right with me. "He must be right behind me!" I thought. I almost slammed into the door and grabbed at the handle. I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It clenched on tightly but I threw open the door and jerked out of its reach. And slammed it shut and back to the village.
I never told anyone I'd went in, but I was sure the footsteps that were after me were that of the Mountain King. Who knows what would have happened if I had not escaped...
