Thousand Year Door Chapter 3 소설 & 이야기

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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When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

The air grew heavy with the weight of years. Finally, they reached a door. Not a portal, not a console, not a shimmering gateway of light. An actual door. Wooden. Solid. Ancient. It had a handle, a frame, even a small window at eye level through which faint light glowed. "What's behind it?" Aiden asked, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon. "The beginning." The Architect pushed the door open.

A dark chained door appears in seconds buried in dark purple fires. "What is this?" She asks standing up from the ground while eyeing the unexpected door... Cheng glimpses at the girl with a defiant look. [This?...this is the door to your first-world...] Cheng swipes his long-sleeved red Chinese robe and unlocks the tied chains... The door opens in a horrid way to see... Does the awkward girl suddenly feel that this is not going to be smooth? [Now that you are set... let us begin the game!]... TBC

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed