revison

The purple room was the quietest in the castle. Some say it slows time but the doors have only been open twice. Inside holds the gift of knowledge some say. When you enter it your breath gets taken away and you slip into like a floating feel. This room holds a scale but not one of weight but one of importance. A single money bag sits on one and feather holds the other. A light haze gives the room and glowy look to it. 

Long ago alone castle stood on the windswept tundra of the Scottish isle. Once inhabited by Scottish royalty now is home to dust and broken windows. In the most barren place in the world held Scotland's best-kept secret. A few years ago a young girl found the chamber of importance hidden deep in the castle's walls. Untouched to this day, the scale wavers ever so slightly when you steal or when greed overcomes selflessness. Fog slips into the open windows and leaves a hazy purple tint that covers the floor of the chamber as the waves continue to crash for years to come. Dust starts to settle and coats the castle in tranquil silence.