The walls were grey. So was the ceiling. And the floor. Anywhere I turned, the only colours my eyes landed upon was dull grey. The strange room was lit in a similarly dull manner.There in the distance, loomed a set of humongous wooden doors painted in a pale lilac hue-the only contrast in the boring grey of the room.
"Rrrraaaaahhh!"
It's back! I have to run away. I have to get through those doors. No, I need to get through those doors. It's my only chance of survival. Survival is based on instincts. And so, I follow mine-I run.
I am almost at the door....only three metres...two metres...one metre....and I'm spinning in the air. "This is the end Lucy Shaw. You had your chance and you lost it. Now you're mine! Mwahahahaha.....", boomed the creature's voice menacingly. The ground opened and as I descended to my doom, a single thought formed in my mind-"Gramaggon."
YOU ARE READING
The Foreign Gates
FantasyLucy Shaw, an ordinary girl is swept into the mysteries and politics of different worlds. As she follows a quest to get back home and become a great Mage, she must discover the ancient secret of her family and her origins. As she battles an unlikely...
