d’Artagnan and the three feathered musketeers, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, were seen waiting at the meshed-metallic bridge that connects the outskirts to the “orange castle” of La Rochelle as seen up ahead. Under the metallic bridge, danger lies as a moat swarming with iron-clad sea creatures awaits them in case any one of them fall.
Apparently, the orange castle was left defenseless as no archer was currently stationed in the defensive portals marked by the orange orbs. But why were the three musketeers and d’Artagnan procrastinating to attack the castle?
I know why… Because the four of them were waiting for me to arrive that day. A mystic warrior carrying a black box that can throw a lightning (obvously, they were talking about my camera’s flash) momentarily blinding their opponents which will give them precious seconds to attack with no retaliation. A black box that can capture their opponents’ essence in a 4×3 cage making their opponents weak.
To them, I’m their Wizard of Oz… to them, I’m their Merlin of the Druids!
But to me, it’s just one of those days that I am day dreaming again… 🙂