The castle's inhabitants never suffered delusions of grandeur. No love-struck princess would degrade herself to seek refuge in the stocky towers, and no noble prince would see the point in storming the tattered gates. Its humble form inspired no poet to greatness or tourist to ask for souvenir postcards. In fact, its only claim to fame would be the speed in which one forgot its very existence.
Yet Lexy Newberry's heart pounded with the fear she'd forgotten not only the castle, but something much more important. Something she had no business forgetting.
"Lexy?" Her concentration shattered with Cara's voice. "Sorry I'm late."
"That," Lexy pointed to her friend, "is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen."
An odd look of pride settled over Cara's features. "Yes," she smiled. "It is, isn't it?"
"You meant for it to look that way?"
Cara chuckled. "I don't think it's possible to create the world's ugliest castle by accident."
"I'll never understand you business types," Lexy said. The feeling had slipped away. Whatever memory it held bothered her no more.
Cara pulled her back a few steps. "I did it to create a mood." She spread her arms wide.
"Welcome to the lost island of Dresdonia."
"It's not lost," Lexy said. "It's abandoned. Everyone moved to Disney World. They wanted a real castle."