She stared out the window. After a hundred years being alone, in this castle, she was finally lonely. The lawn was nothing more than an occasional dry blade of grass that turned to dust when the wind blew strong. The glass in the windows was grimy, and the doors were eaten through by termites. The closets were the homes of cockroaches, the kitchen controlled by rats. The tower she now shared with the birds. Her spirit cried ghostly tears as she remembered the splendor that this home had once been known for. The bricks of the walls were breaking down, and the house itself would be gone in a few years. She looked down at herself. Once she could summon a storm a thousand miles away, now, with no one around, no happiness, all she could do was be roam around the grounds, walking through the walls of her home. A dejected ghost. Some person would come here once in a while, but they were all beggars, that looked through the house for things to sell, or for food. It was a windy day in April when everything changed…