Narrative writing

I staggered up the rough path and watched my old ship get taken away from me. The dimly lit lanterns only made it more eerie as the huge castle appeared. Still limping a wee bit from the fight the crew as I walked into the mansion. 

Bryn

It was dark and I was on a cliff face walking along a disturbing cobblestone path covered in moss. Crows squawked around me giving me chills down my back. I wondered why I was here I remember once again It was all for a prophecy, a stupid prophecy. God I wish I wasn't Dracula's grandson. But I had to do it. I read my instructions again, the fifth time in the space of 8 minutes.
Reach The Statue.
This is where I was stuck. What statue? What did it look like? Where even was it?
I reached the Abbey. I knew what the Abbey looked like as this was my 3rd attempt at finding the prophecy. It looked the same but it felt different. As if someone was watching… I stood outside the monstrous building preparing myself for what might be ahead.

Isy 

The crows squawk spookily as I hesitantly pass the old forest trees they nets in. The wispy claw like branches grapple at my clothes as the wind bellows amongst them. My feet fumble on the cracked cobblestones of the church walkway . I glance up but only to catch a glimpse of a , faint, unidentifiable silhouette of a creature glaring at me from its perch atop a pillar of the church. 

Stella