A/N: Sorry for the delay! I hope this chapter makes up for it! I'm actually really satisfied with this and it's one of my longer chapters yet! Over 1,500 words :D

The peace was broken by the sudden halt of the car and Nastja took notice of the Keep. It was giant already, but before the girl the castle was nigh-colossal. As it towered over the child, she barely noticed her family calling her over into the gates for she was too pre-occupied with the building's structure: cobblestones lining the walls, pine trees growing freely outside the cold, stone fence and pointy, matte red roofs atop the castle. Tall grass engulfed the little girl as it softly brushed against her. What was mere moments of gazing upon the Keep, seemed like eternity. Nastja has never in her life imagined seeing a real castle. She thought they only existed in kiddy fairytales nowadays. She was caught in a trance with a glimmer in her eyes as she imagined herself and her friends role-playing as knights, princesses and elves in this place. The realization her friends aren't with her at the very moment made her snap out and notice her waving Demo Daddy, gesturing her inside the gates. Nastja happily obliged and skipped her way to her family.

Once she made her way through the courtyard and into the Keep itself, she saw an old lady in dark-colored glasses and a pink smock sitting atop a rocking chair. Nastja figured it was Demo Daddy's mother. Refueled by the excitement of having a Granny, she quickly ran up to the old lady and held her close by grasping the tartan patterned blanket on her lap. Mrs. DeGroot greeted the men on their way in as well as asking her son to confirm the child in front of her in indeed his teammates' daughter.
-"Yes, mum."- Tavish lightly grunted as he lift the luggage in.
-"Even ya teammates are getting children before you, Tavish! When will I get me own grandchild?"- she joked in a nagging tone, though she did long for some grandchildren.

Turning to the girl before her knees, she assumed her hands on Nastja's face as to feel how she looks like. After a bit, she complemented the girl on her beauty. Nastja replied positively in a cheerful tone and smiled, but she soon began to wonder why she was wearing sunglasses inside and how did she manage to see her face with them on?
Not wanting to be impolite, Nastja asked if could lift her glasses. The dame indulged the girl's curiosity and removed her glasses. Nastja was a little taken aback by the shiny, empty look in her granny's eyes.
-"Круто…"- Nastjaa trailed off yet again as she stared into the abyss known as blind eyes.
She came back to her senses when got up and started talking in her usual loud self to the mercs and to fix up some food with her son.

Not interesting in cooking, she wanted to go and explore the castle. She absolutely loved to explore. Her crammed orphanage didn't allow any children to stray any farther than the surrounding garden, she had always dreamed of exploring the world on the other side of her bedroom window and now was her opportunity to take it to the next level. She immediately ran up the set of cobble stairs to the second floor. She saw that from the stairs there were many different ways to go to. She knew she would somehow get lost, but as long as it was fun she didn't care.
She chose to start on the hallway on the far-right. The torches which lit the place is setting the mood of adventure in the already aesthetic design the interior had. She walked slowly, trailing her right hand across the rough, cold surface of the wall. She saw a bunch of spiders eating moths on the ceiling and doorframes but she wasn't scared. For as long as she remembers, she always thought it was incredibly cool how the flies and moths were dumb enough to get caught in the web, or it was just the spider and its incredible manipulating intellect.

Suddenly Nastja lost her train of thought when she came across a room with a big wardrobe that had the plus sign painted on each of the dual doors. She figured the rickety thing was old, since she could see the paint peeling off the plus signs. Curiosity taking the better of her, she got up close and opened the wardrobe. She expected some old, moldy clothing being eaten by various moths, but that was far from what she actually found. She actually found medieval weapons! She couldn't contain her thrill at the sight and squealed, clenching her hands into tiny fisticuffs. There were large assortments of swords, bows, maces, war hammers and spears. There was one sword that caught eye in particular. She takes a closer look into it, and notices it is very dirty and battle-worn. She assumed the sword is useless by now since it's so dirty and rusty. She took up a stool that sat idly in the corner of the moldy room, brought it up to the open wardrobe and clumsily took the sword. The unexpected heaviness of the sword made her almost instantly drop it to the ground; luckily she wasn't injured in any way. Putting the stool away and closing the wardrobe, she sat on the floor with her jacket as a warm seat, placed the sword on her lap and inspected it. It looked like a two-handed great-sword. She groped the sturdy leather handle and felt the blade. She was surprised that the sword actually pricked her; she didn't expect such an old sword to still be sharp. There was a tiny chipped off part at the far end of it.

As she studied the weapon closer, she heard a faint whisper of the word "heads…". She gave it no mind as she just thought the wind in the hallways was making eerie effects and continued her study of the sword. A minute later she heard the chanting again. This time she felt someone mutter behind her neck the word "heads…" again and this time she was legitimately scared. She urgently got up and backed against the wall with the sword; even though she couldn't hold it up for long, the thought of her chucking the sword at the monster and possibly harming it kept her from going on a full-fledged panic. She kept turning her head in a fearful manner to the echoes in the room when she sensed that the sword became far colder than it originally had been. Nastja looked down and saw that the handle of the sword began to glow a faint, emerald green…

After and her son set up the table and Heavy and Medic set up in their room not far from the living room, they came back to the dining room. The Dining Room was a fine place, with cashmere drapes and impressing silver ware upon the dark wood table. But something seemed off to the Demoman. Even though he lived here for a long time, he never felt so off-putting standing in his own bloody kitchen. The dame DeGroot demanded her son to find the girl as she seated the couple by the table because if Nastja's parents were to look for her, they would just get lost themselves. Demoman made his way upstairs and began walking down the center corridor when he heard an ear-splitting screech and the clank of falling metal.

Terrified at the floating, filthy green sword, Nastja fell over herself and crawled painfully away in hysteria. Tears ran down her cheeks as she screamed her lungs out. The ghastly sword had already cut her arms several times and nicked her left cheek. She threw various pebbles at the hideous thing but constantly missed because of so much adrenaline in her blood. The sword kept chanting at her, and she no longer comprehended English out of pure fear. She begged and pleaded the horrid devil that possessed the weapon but it didn't stop it from advancing. When it reached within 3 meters of her she shut up.
She was petrified.
The sword pushed on.
Her eyes were fixated on now the fresh-bloodied blade.
The sword pushed on.
She felt like her breath was being stolen away.
The sword pushed on.

The claymore emitted a strand of green fog and gently touched her cheek. It danced its way up her face, the slowly climbed into her right eye. She couldn't feel herself anymore, nor hear. She only felt as if her essence was being taken away, but she didn't mind. She wished that moment would last forever. It felt like Purgatory: calm, sweet and warm. As she was about to embrace this feeling the connection broke. The horrid green strand pulled away from her face and vanished into the sword that… is not… there?
She rubbed her red eyes and looked up to her savior. The Demoman had taken the Eyelander and secured it in his grasp. Even though she couldn't hear very well and everything felt numb she knew Demoman was trying to calm her down through soothing words. As he helped her up, she let go of him and her exhausted body collapsed onto the floor, unconscious…