PhoebeJaneWrites

The key fit into the door but it would not turn. He wiggled the key for a moment trying to finagle the lock. Still the key would not work.

Some doors are best left locked.

What if this was the door to the Amarthis Kingdom? Henry spent years trying to find his way to the legendary lands. Every mirror he walked through, every forest he explored, and every lake he walked across. Many adventures (both good and bad) had been experienced all because of his desire to find that world. It was the land of his dreams, city of his soul and the elusive memory that haunted him.

This door would not be unlocked and so Henry stood up and started to put his things away. The book, medallion, and cape were all slid back into the briefcase. He removed the key from the lock and slipped it into his pocket. As he stood, he took one more look at the large door with the strange symbols carved into the wood. Fire did not penetrate the door and the ax had broken to pieces. Something was keeping this door closed.

I’ll figure out what’s behind this door.

Henry picked up the bag and turned to walk away.

To his surprise he heard the creak of old wood and hinges. He turned around quickly and found the door swung open. His fingers rummaged through his pocket. Yes, they key was still there.

Gripping his briefcase tightly, he walked through the door.

There was the smell of tea and berries along with a heavy scent that was both familiar and strange. The ground felt different and he found that he was standing on some type of carpet. There was a bureau before him and a mirror. Henry walked towards the bureau and looked into the mirror…

…he then started to scream.

Phoebe Jane