Thousand Year Door Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

Midnight Neko and I softly stepped towards the entrance of the cave entrance – my second hide away spot that is now occupied by four special individuals. I hear the silent snores of them – poor things must be so tired from all that running. “Neko…fetch…” I whisper to my trusted friend , and he instantly agrees. He enters the cave , a place that I can not see in as their once burning fire is now dim and soon to go off. I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl.

Their bodies moved in a rhythm forged by blood and battle and the ache of almost-lost love. Until the chapel door appeared. Half-collapsed. Blackened. Ancient. And vibrating with something wrong. Emilia froze. Her breath hitched. The others stopped behind her, sensing it too. Something was behind that door. Something that didn’t belong to any time or any world they understood. The bones of the Moonborn whispered. Their markings pulsed. Even the wolves quieted. She stepped forward. Hand out. Pushed. The door creaked open on rusted hinges.

She hadn't seen it before because the smoke altered her sight a little. Thalia gasped. The door was beautiful! It was crafted with exquisite artistry. Being an avid fan of fantasy novels, this door looked like something from the books she read. Thalia traced the door with her fingers. It felt cool to her touch. The door was an embodiment of artistic mastery, adorned with intricate carvings that depict scenes of mythical creatures, celestial bodies, and ethereal landscapes. Delicate filigree patterns intertwine with ancient symbols, and carvings Thalia didn't understand. Golden hinges, etched with even more delicate engravings, held the door firmly in place.

The truth of that lodged where lies like to nap. “Stop,” I said again, softer. The scene kept going. Then it didn’t. The door shut itself politely in my face. Third door. No smell. Nothing. The number 3 burned black. My skin crawled before my hand rose. I pressed my palm. It was the exact temperature of my skin. Nothing happened for a second. Then the door leaned into my hand like a friend who needs to be held up.

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She fell to her knees, blood pouring from her eyes, her mouth, and her hands. “No…” she whispered. “I… I was so close to it…” “You were never close,” I said, standing over her. “The Door doesn’t open for the strongest. It opens for the most trustworthy.” I turned. And placed my hand on the Door. Runes bloomed across its surface,blue, silver, crimson then dissolved into light. The Door swung open. Not with a roar. Like it had been waiting for me all along. Inside, there was no throne.

Even the wind had gone quiet. The guide stopped in a small clearing. Moonlight filtered through the branches above, illuminating something that had not been there a moment ago. Three doors. They stood upright between the trees as if the forest itself had grown them. The guide smiled faintly and gestured toward them. “See,” he said. “And choose wisely.” The three doors opened. I aproached the first door. Its frame shimmered like frozen light. Cold, pale reflections danced along its surface. I stepped closer.

Simply final — the tone of three hundred years of making decisions that were not argued with because he was the king and the king did not get argued with. "No," he said again. As though the first time had perhaps not been clear enough. "You have not heard my argument yet," I said. "I do not need to hear your argument," he said. "You are not going through that door." "Zaron—" "The door leads to a domain that took Vaeris without warning and without physical mechanism," he said. "That has been contained for three hundred years specifically because what is inside it is something that required active maintenance to keep contained. That opened because of a kiss in a garden and then shuddered throu