her at the moment.
“I hope they don’t grade on style.” She whispered to herself as she reached down to pick up the small ebony box. When she looked up she realized she had reached the end of the corridor and found herself staring at another solid wall. She looked back the way she came, but knew she hadn’t passed any other doors or passages along the way, or at least she didn’t think so. She had almost missed the first door hidden behind the painting. Would they try that trick again?
She examined the wall more closely when she noticed a small bronze plaque with raised letters that read -
“How do you get from THERE to HERE?”
It seemed like an odd question to ask, especially in a place like this, and she looked back down the corridor for an answer, but no answer came. The obvious one, of course, would be that she followed the yellow… no green line, but again, that doesn’t really apply here.
She read the plaque again, unfortunately the question didn’t change. Ho w do you get from here to there, no, that wasn’t right. The question was, how did you get from there to here, which really didn’t make much sense, unless it wasn’t so much a matter of destinations as it was of diction. She reached out and carefully pressed the letter “T” in the word “THERE”. There was an audible click and the wall slowly slid to one side revealing a long dark corridor beyond.
Kile proceeded slowly, trying to keep an eye on the walls, floor and even the ceiling this time but she encountered nothing as the corridor went endlessly onward. Once again she started to second guess herself as she continued to walk, and thought about turning around until she finally reached the end and stood before a rather plain looking. She was beginning to believe that nothing was as it seemed in the mystic’s tower, especially plain looking doors. The only thing she was looking forward to now was getting out, hopefully in one piece. She tried the door, which didn’t exactly open as easily as it should have. No big surprise there she thought as she gave it a shove. The door moved, but not nearly enough for her to get through. She sighed and gave it another shove, and again the door only opened a fraction of an inch.
“Great, hardly any light, holes in the floor and now doors that are too warped to open. Haven’t these people ever heard of maintenance?”
Kile looked around for something to pry the door open with, but there was nothing at hand, and nothing that she was carrying with her was of any use. Brute force was the only way past this obstacle, something that she was also lacking. If you don’t have the strength, you use momentum she told herself as she took a few steps back and sized up the door. She slipped the small ebony box into her shirt, the last thing she needed was to damage that. She took a deep breath and ran at the simple wooden door, throwing all her weight into it. It was like hitting a wall as she bounced off it and hit the floor. She sat there for a moment, rubbing her shoulder as she looked at the opening. It didn’t feel like it, but she had managed to move the door, if it was only a few inches. A little bit more and she may even be able to squeeze through.
She took a few steps back and charged the door again, throwing all her weight against the wooden obstacle. To her surprise the door flew open without any resistance and what made matters it worse, was the fact that there was no floor on the other side for her to land on, just another very large hole in the ground. If she hadn’t managed to grab the door handle and hang on for dear life she would have been at the bottom of the hole looking up. It wasn’t a great a drop, but if she had fallen in, there was no chance of her getting out. She swung her legs over to the far edge of the pit, until her feet touched the stone floor. If she was a little taller this would have been a lot easier she thought, but as it was she had to push herself off the door so
“I hope they don’t grade on style.” She whispered to herself as she reached down to pick up the small ebony box. When she looked up she realized she had reached the end of the corridor and found herself staring at another solid wall. She looked back the way she came, but knew she hadn’t passed any other doors or passages along the way, or at least she didn’t think so. She had almost missed the first door hidden behind the painting. Would they try that trick again?
She examined the wall more closely when she noticed a small bronze plaque with raised letters that read -
“How do you get from THERE to HERE?”
It seemed like an odd question to ask, especially in a place like this, and she looked back down the corridor for an answer, but no answer came. The obvious one, of course, would be that she followed the yellow… no green line, but again, that doesn’t really apply here.
She read the plaque again, unfortunately the question didn’t change. Ho w do you get from here to there, no, that wasn’t right. The question was, how did you get from there to here, which really didn’t make much sense, unless it wasn’t so much a matter of destinations as it was of diction. She reached out and carefully pressed the letter “T” in the word “THERE”. There was an audible click and the wall slowly slid to one side revealing a long dark corridor beyond.
Kile proceeded slowly, trying to keep an eye on the walls, floor and even the ceiling this time but she encountered nothing as the corridor went endlessly onward. Once again she started to second guess herself as she continued to walk, and thought about turning around until she finally reached the end and stood before a rather plain looking. She was beginning to believe that nothing was as it seemed in the mystic’s tower, especially plain looking doors. The only thing she was looking forward to now was getting out, hopefully in one piece. She tried the door, which didn’t exactly open as easily as it should have. No big surprise there she thought as she gave it a shove. The door moved, but not nearly enough for her to get through. She sighed and gave it another shove, and again the door only opened a fraction of an inch.
“Great, hardly any light, holes in the floor and now doors that are too warped to open. Haven’t these people ever heard of maintenance?”
Kile looked around for something to pry the door open with, but there was nothing at hand, and nothing that she was carrying with her was of any use. Brute force was the only way past this obstacle, something that she was also lacking. If you don’t have the strength, you use momentum she told herself as she took a few steps back and sized up the door. She slipped the small ebony box into her shirt, the last thing she needed was to damage that. She took a deep breath and ran at the simple wooden door, throwing all her weight into it. It was like hitting a wall as she bounced off it and hit the floor. She sat there for a moment, rubbing her shoulder as she looked at the opening. It didn’t feel like it, but she had managed to move the door, if it was only a few inches. A little bit more and she may even be able to squeeze through.
She took a few steps back and charged the door again, throwing all her weight against the wooden obstacle. To her surprise the door flew open without any resistance and what made matters it worse, was the fact that there was no floor on the other side for her to land on, just another very large hole in the ground. If she hadn’t managed to grab the door handle and hang on for dear life she would have been at the bottom of the hole looking up. It wasn’t a great a drop, but if she had fallen in, there was no chance of her getting out. She swung her legs over to the far edge of the pit, until her feet touched the stone floor. If she was a little taller this would have been a lot easier she thought, but as it was she had to push herself off the door so
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