Ch 11: Five Doors, One Doorknob

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Ryan's pov:

"Well I can tell you that this isn't how I imagined my mind would look. I pictured more of a superhero or old comic book store look but I guess this works." I said as I looked around.

The others looked around as well, unaccustomed to not being in their corporeal forms. All of our eyes settled on a white staircase leading up to a platform where five doors resided. Another staircase, this one pure black fell away into a black crevice in the floor.

"Well," said Nico breaking the silence. "This looks like Heaven and Hell in a nutshell. What road do you think the Targerynne would take? I'm pretty sure it feeds off of pain and suffering so I'm opting for Hell." (cue heaven and hell by black Sabbath in my head)

"Yeah you're probably right Nico." Echoed everybody as they crept towards the black staircase.

"You know what they say Ryan, the descent into hell is easy."

Percy and Annabeth looked at each other in confusion. I smiled.

"You just made a mortal instruments reference Nico. I am impressed with tlat but I have a better quote pertaining to the copious amounts of black that we're wearing. Looking better in black than the widows of our enemies." Nico laughed and I smiled to myself. Percy raised his eyebrow suggestively at me and Annabeth rolled her eyes. We trudged down the ebony stairs and I felt sweat begin to run down my collar. I looked back and everyone seemed to be sweating profusely. We stopped at the end of the staircase and in front of us stood six doors. Five had doorknobs but the last door had five locks. I sighed in frustration.

"I'm sure we'd find the same thing upstairs as well. Judging by the five doors and the one locked one, we need to collect five keys, one from each memory to unlock the final door where we will find the Targerynne. Since this seems dark and depressing, it's probably all of my bad memories and dreams. Just remember that if you see something horrifying that it's still me and that I'm not like that anymore."

The rest of them nodded and we pressed onward. I put my hand on the first door which was labelled 'Fear'. I pushed it open and we were enveloped by a bright light.

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