Then, your fine. You pick yourself up off the floor, feeling rather strange. There is a message
repeating in your mind. Protect the castle. Protect your master. Protect the
castle. Protect your master. And for the next few centuries, you do a good job
doing just that. Others have come into the house. Kids mostly. You easly scare
them off. Every few centureys, you replenish the gardiones. About five. And
every time, another detective comes bye to take a look around. And then he/she
is also collected to guard the castle and the master. They call home and tell
people to not bother to come to the house, and that you have decided to run
away bacause they hate there job. Just like you did long, long ago.Your one
of them. The camp fire tales that scared you as a kid have come true to you.
