You Have Always Lived in the Castle
by Cat Rambo
Your home is a world, a place, a Castle.
It's full of aliens, their sad eyes watching as they serve. They come from elsewhere, the castle draws them in. They come in through fog and unexpected doorways and now none of them can go home, even the new girl, the one with hair like strawberries in sunshine.
You find her weeping and you try to comfort her. This is your home now, you sign, and it has its beauties, but she hasn't learned how to signtalk yet and all she does is push you away.
You stare after her. Your kind didn't make this Castle, only found it hundreds of years ago, and took it for their own. There are pictures of the original owners, who had silver eyes and dark scales and three long fingers on each hand, but they are long dead and gone. Now your people live here and the Castle serves them and those who are drawn to serve it know better than to cross any of you.