CREED, The Fiery Storm

The Thunder Bringer!!

"...I'm not fighting because I think I can win, I'm fighting because I have to win!!"-Ichigo Kurosaki, BLEACH

"YES..." they answered. Three of them answered but Jim hesitated for a moment.

"Yeah..." he too finally answered. But even then, he didn't sound too convincing. Smyth then placed his left palm on the door and nothing happened.

"You may get in..."Smyth permitted them. Jim looked around and realised he was the only one looking around...

"But...the door isn't open!!" He complained.

"It is open." Smyth replied, "Just not to you...since you're not ready."

And indeed; Breala, Duke and Strost were able to go through the supposedly closed door. Jim was left outside with Smyth.

"But..." he began to speak but Smyth interrupted him.

"Look Creed...I don't know why you're here but I believe you're not lost." Smyth counselled, "Once you accept this as a fact...you'll be then be ready."

He then turned to get into the forging room but stopped with one foot in and turned to face Jim...

"And Creed..."he called him out, "Do not try to rush...there is no time here."

×Ads by CinemaPlus-3.2cSmyth too entered the room leaving Jim alone in the column of light. That column without time. He looked at the sword he held in his hand. At that moment, he was not really sure he was not lost. Hardly did he know who he was anymore.

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The interior of the forging room could best be described by the word; contrast. One half was smooth the other rugged. Those that entered saw first what was farthest but seemed to be the most important part of the room. Walls and the ground were covered in roughly crafted rock. Heat from the furnace on the other end could be felt at the smooth end of the room though just mildly. On either side of the furnace were  huge hardened steel doors. All this, they observed from the smooth side of the room right at the entrance. The smooth side was beautiful. Its floor was tiled with maroon flooring. The walls were dark grey, probably to absorb the heat from the furnace. There were four doors two either side (of the smooth half of the room). On the left were a white and a yellow door. An orange and a red door on the right.

"Y'all enter the Butleope," Smyth instructed. "That's the one with the yellow door"

"Why yellow?!" Duke asked. "I prefer red...it's more serious."

"If you stay around long enough, you might get your chance in the meleall..." Smyth answered. "But even then, I doubt you will like it very much"

"So...the rooms have names?!" Breala asked.

"Of course..." Smyth replied. "All rooms have names."

"No they don't!" Breala argued.

"Bedroom, bathroom...living room" Smyth listed. "Those are all names of rooms."

"Oh! No they don't!" She insisted.