Novel & Cerita Thousand Year Door Chapter 3

"Each door holds a truth. Some are small. Some are large enough to swallow you. You must pass through seven to reach the door behind the door. But be warned. The truths behind the doors are not merely memories. They are living things. They have grown in the dark. They have become hungry. And they do not wish to be disturbed." Eliana looked at the twelve doors. Some were closed. Some were ajar. Some seemed to breathe. Door number three, painted a deep ocean blue, was rattling on its hinges. Door number eleven, black as a starless night, was weeping. The sound of it was a low, rhythmic sobbing that matched her own heartbeat. "Why seven?" she asked. "Why not all twelve?"

The massive iron gate that had remained locked for centuries now stood half open. Chains thicker than a man’s arm lay broken across the floor. Dust filled the air. Ancient candles lit themselves one after another. A throne carved from black stone stood at the center. Empty. For now. ⸻ Footsteps echoed through the darkness. Slow. Heavy. Deliberate. Someone had been waiting… For three hundred years. A deep male voice laughed quietly. “So…” “The Third Kiss has finally happened.” ⸻ Another voice answered from the shadows. “Does that mean…”

An old wooden door stood hidden within the ancient stone wall. My heart began pounding when I recognized this door. This was it. I slowly lifted my trembling hand and placed it against the weathered wood. Then I looked back at Kharef. "They..." I pointed toward the door. "...here." The corridor became deathly silent, no one moved and no one spoke. I didn't understand why everyone looked at me with such astonishment. I was only trying to save Meera. But for some reason… They were looking at me as though I had just revealed a secret buried beneath three thousand years of history.

“Would you dare? Directly asking the readers that are reading the current chapter of this very book and where she is currently acting upon in the present time, but none existing seconds. The door appears before her, as it casually opens for her convenience wherein, she does not hesitate and steps eight outside finding herself back to the original void and game, as the door shuts close along with the glimpse of the beginning of the other world she remembers and holds, from its title. “The Call of Death.”

Reason overtook desire and she motioned for Pete and Felix to find a place to hide. Peeking from behind an oversized teddy bear that had been tucked in the back of a closet, Kendra listened to the strange language being spoken between three females. She couldn’t understand what was being said, but she didn’t need to know the words to comprehend the meaning behind them. They’d found the nursery door wide open and were now trying to understand why.

Emmie almost hoped so because then she’d be reassured Gabe’s cousin hadn’t been killed after all. Holding her breath, Emmie listened for more. Silence lasted another few minutes before she heard a different sound. It was the squeak of the door opening. She even felt the brush of cooler air across her feet. From underneath the blindfold, a tiny amount of light came into the room. It wasn’t until now that she realized how dark the room had been. Very soft footsteps—more than one—came inside before the door squeaked again, followed by the click of the door closing. If Rebecca had returned, who was with her?

I thought for a moment and then gave a curt nod. After a long, uncomfortable silence while he bore into me with his mesmerizing eyes of desire, I cleared my throat and said, “Let’s find that second portal. I’d like to get home before dark.” He gave me an odd look, but the reason behind it was too debatable for me to take the time to try to figure it out. It could have been anything from being a jilted lover to wondering if I wanted to get back home so that we could again have wild and crazy sex. Whatever the reason, I ignored him as I moved in the direction that I sensed would bring me to the desired portal.

But as Sasha began reading a particular passage, the amulet's glow pulsed intensely, almost blindingly, illuminating a hidden section of the scroll previously unseen. The words seemed to be written in an older dialect, but what caught their attention most was a beautifully intricate drawing of a door surrounded by celestial symbols. As they all leaned in to study it, the drawing started to move, emitting a soft hum, resonating with the amulet's frequency. Suddenly, the room's atmosphere shifted. A chilling wind blew, extinguishing the candles, and a ghostly voice whispered, echoing around them, "The Door of Veridia awaits, but are you truly ready for its truths?"