Tristan turns back to look at the towering building they just left. Two giant concrete doors closed with an intense boom, followed by a strong gust of wind. Tristan tries to catch a glimpse inside but only manages to lock on a set of glowing eyes peering from the darkness.
Tristan shudders thinking about what it could have been as he quickly walks down the steps with his father. Not want another minute alone in this place.
"What is this place?" Tristan asks, turning away from the closed doors. Looking down, he sees an immaculately tended garden stairwell lined with red flowers growing in volume the further down they went. Greeting them at the bottom were marble statues of five men standing in a circle staring at the center of the pathway contrasted heavily by a wall of red flowers. Tristan walks between them with his father, he turns his head to see the rest of the statues before settling on the face of another statue whose eyes seemed to be following his.
The taller statue's long hair met at his shoulders, his face obscured by a cloak unlike the rest of the statues, who had their faces exposed with their fangs displayed proudly in wicked smiles.
Tristan eyes the mysterious cloaked statue.
"This place is called Monbodia, it is one of the holy places our coven resides." His father responds.
His father turns right as they come closer to the shrouded statue.
The path opened up to a larger one, intricate golden columns with runic designs lined the smoothed rock wall. A massive serpent effigy coiled itself along the top of the wall.
Tristan's neck hairs stand straight as he shudders at the image of the snake coming to life, snakes are his least favorite thing in the world.
They come to a stop in front of a giant gate that reaches so high Tristan thought they must be housing giants inside. The gate opened by itself with loud clanks of metal synchronizing to a harmonic tone.
It opens to a crowd of people occupying each side of the path, some are looking at curios being displayed at various kiosks for sale, haggling away with one another, a bustling marketplace.
It's as if he had transported back in time to a village-type market district, however, almost everyone seems to be dressed in modern clothes with the odd cloak here and there. Confused by the scene, Tristan asks his father, "Did we travel back in time?"
Jacob chuckles at his son's question. "No, we did not time travel. We simply traveled to a different location."
As they continue down the widening path, Tristan watches a woman pick up a big clock on display, observing it, the clock's surface is smooth and polished enough so that he can see her reflection.
But her eyes are not looking at the clock, they're looking at him in the reflection with a repulsed look on her face.
Tristan quickly looked away before looking up at his father, who had his eyes locked ahead with his back straight, a composed look on his face.
Sensing the uncomfortable mood shift, Jacob looks down giving his boy a small reassuring smile.
Further down the road twisting pathways, various shops with so many other-worldly things being sold in this market that Tristan's curiosity was bursting.
Oddities obscured by blankets shook and rattled as he drew closer.
"Can we look at some of the stuff, dad?" Tristan asks.
"Not today, son. Another time, ok?" Jacob responds, pulling his son away from the cages.
Tristan wants to say something more but decides against it.
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The Stake of Us
ParanormalA possessive vampire who learns to control his hunger for his human best friend, she has no clue what he's hiding. --------- After a fateful tragedy, her uncle thought Suzy Paige would never be able to have a normal childhood. But things changed wh...
