Fantasyland 20111212 (Mobile)

'What do you got in the sack, dearie?'Abby was watching a distant flock of whistling swans, graceful white specks against the dark soaringwalls of the Keep, as they made their interminable journey past ramparts, bastions, towers and bridgeslit by the low sun. The sinister spectre of the Keep had seemed to be staring back the whole of the dayas Abby had waited. She turned to the hunched old woman in front of her.Content rating: Low Maturity