Milly’s mind drifted further away, and the surroundings of her bedroom became blurred. Yet again she discovered herself in the same murky room which she found so familiar and yet so confusing.
As she lay on the damp stone floor of that murky room, she wondered what lay outside the old building, but as always, she could feel a strong unbearable force pinning her to the ground; as always, Milly’s voice silently cried out for help, and as always no sound could be heard other than the occasional shriek of freezing wind which seeped underneath the doorway.
Suddenly the wind grew even stronger and seconds later the great oak doors burst open as if hit by lightening; the wood shattered and fell to the ground. The raging wind died in an instant and Milly shifted position as the force pinning her to the ground weakened. After taking a few shaky steps forwards, Milly eventually regained her balance.
Her stone-coloured eyes slowly gazed round the room, then with out lingering for longer, she stumbled quickly to the doorway. She absorbed the vision in front of her now, a dull courtyard covered in patches of sparkling snow. Stonewalls which seemed to stretch high up in the air to eternity towered above her, leaving her feeling small and insignificant. In reality this courtyard would have seemed dull and ancient, however, Milly now felt herself terrified by this mysterious place.
She stepped down on to the ground below her. It was then that she noticed the old withered tree beside the small sandstone wall on the other side of the courtyard. She moved lightly towards the opposite wall surrounding the yard, feeling full of enthusiasm and delight in these peculiar surroundings. As she stood by this old withered tree, Milly thought, this place is not what it seems to be like. The snow was fresh and the winds were fiercely blowing around her, but yet this tree was bare and the bark was crisp and dry.