The stone door stood before her and the master, immovable.
On either side of the intricately carved door were hand prints, carved into the wall.
The master stood one, and placed his hand in it.
'A pulse is required in each hand print to open the door.' he said, almost to himself.
'One person cannot reach both prints, how can one person open it?' she asked.
'They don't,' he turned to her and formed something akin to a smile, 'that it why two are required.'
She stepped to the other print, and placed her right hand in it, like he had done on the left, a saphire blue pulse encircled each of their arms and moved down them, into the wall.
The blue moved through the door lighting up parts of it, revealing the depiction of a winged angel.
'Wow.' she muttered to herself, in awe of its beauty.
The door began to sink into the ground with a deep rumble that shook the hall, the master grinned deeply.
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As The Snow Falls
Science FictionWhen a prophecy that foretells the return of a great evil, the death of the seven masters that guard the ultimate weapon, and the rise of a dangerous warrior enemy comes true, it falls to the seven in training to wield the Power that courses through...
