1. Coedwig Challenged


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Annamagique, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    alone. I took my time drinking my coffee but, eventually, it was time to leave. I put my coat around my shoulders and raised the handle of my case. “Guten tag.” I said to them, 'Good day', and continued on my way to the train. As I walked away they sat and seemed to watch me leave, their little heads still to one side and chirping happily. The train took almost an hour to reach my destination, Pasing, a small suburb on the outskirts of Munich. A nice little town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city but with a good shopping centre and excellent transport links to the city and, indeed, the rest of Bavaria. The sun was already setting when I arrived at my hotel so I spent the rest of the evening unpacking and just relaxing and planning where to go the following day. I awoke the next morning as the winter sun began to appear above the roof tops. I looked out and the day looked cold, colder than when I arrived. Although there was no frost, the exhaust from the vehicles stopped at the traffic lights outside and below was hanging in the air and the few people who were up and about were wearing hats and gloves and their breath appeared as mist in the chilled air. After a hearty breakfast I wrapped up warm and headed for the station. I had decided that, today, I would visit Hohenschwangau and the beautiful Schloss Neuschwanstein. The train was a slow train, winding it's way through the beautiful Bavarian countryside of open, rolling fields, and passing through sparse ...
    woodland. There were villages and isolated farms all with the same charming chalet style. I just sat silently, watching the scenery roll past, like a silent movie. In the distance, the mountains of the Alps appeared and slowly got closer until, after a journey lasting some two hours I arrived at the small town of Fussen, at the very edge of the mountains where I boarded a bus which took me directly to my destination, just a few minutes away and when I stepped down I felt that this was the place I belonged. I looked up and there, perched on the mountainside, with it's tall towers and white walls, dwarfed by the sheer grey rock face behind, stood the fairytale castle of Neuschwanstein! I walked on, through the village and up the steep winding road that led eventually to the castle entrance. As I strolled slowly along the tree lined road I heard it again. “Wald, Wald.” There were other people about but no-one taking any interest in me. There were small groups of Japanese tourists coming down the road ahead, an American family following a little distance behind. I could hear them all chattering away happily to each other, pointing to various sights but none were talking to me. The trees seemed to rustle even though there was no wind. “Hier, Wald. Hier entlang.” The words seemed to come from thin air, whispered but clear. I didn't speak German and yet, somehow, I felt as though I was being called, directed. I turned from the road and followed a steep path alongside a stream which splashed ...
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