"Léa, come on!" Luc calls, running down the path. The stones here are uneven, broken by tree roots and grasses. Interesting and new and not the farm he spent his whole life on.
The sort of path you might find adventure on.
It grows dark faster than it should, the trees getting thicker, taller. Old growth, with no brambles and tangles of plants blocking their view -
It shouldn't be this dark, with how spread apart the trees are, but their tops interweave into a dense canopy. The fields with their little house are long gone.
Still, there's stones beneath their feet, running down to what sounds like a stream in the distance.
" - We - we should go - "
She turns, wrenching her gaze away -
The path behind them's vanished. There's a nearly sheer slope, scattered with pebbles, the tall trees looming at its top. Nowhere with good footing - not on this side of the river - and it'll be easy to tumble into the water if they try and fail to climb.
Nothing leaps out at them from the shadows, or dances along in their footsteps, or whispers and watches from the tangles, or even leans in particularly menacingly. The path is somewhat long, alternatively dark or light paving stones forming ornate murals, garden statues fanciful and overgrown.
They reach the castle doors soon enough. Heavy wooden things, carved with complex inlaid designs of flowers and tigers and thorns.