I am once more in the dark corridor lit with candles. The wind's howling seems louder and the smell of damp and decay stronger. I pick up the candle and walk towards the steep stairs. I start making my way up.
Step after step...
Stair after stair...
Higher...
Higher...
I reach the door and touch the handle. It is scorching hot and my candle's flame is snuffed out. Yet I make my way into the room.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know."
"You are here because it is time. You have to choose or stay away."
"I am ready," I hear myself say.
"Then choose..."
I look down where two large books are lying side by side on a table. I am mesmerised as I have never seen them before.
"Choose left or right..."
"Left or right..."
"Left. I choose the book on the left."
"Open it"
I look at the book's worn leather cover. It looks old, ancient. I touch the cover and open it slowly.
"There is no turning back. You cannot undo what you have just started."
I wake up with a start, throat dry and sweat on my face. The clock on my bedside table says it is 1:23am. But that is not surprising. Still I am shocked as this is not the night before my birthday.
What is happening? What have I just done?
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Balance of the Skies (bxb)
FantasyWhen Lorien is accepted by the Art School of his dreams, little does he know that he is about to embark on a journey of discovery - a journey which he is destined to make and that started with one dream on the eve of his 15th birthday. This is my f...
