No, his eyes were telling him the truth, to his and to the ones of their journey mates.
Ferran asked Charly:
- Is that the location isn't it ?
-yes but we have to wait 2 hours if we go there now the sand will blind us and the location will be lost.
- Silvia and me looked to each other without understanding why we had to wait, the image of the door was faint but clear but still was a bizarre one, a door in the middle of the dessert like planted in the sand...and behind, what was behind?
And by the way why wait 2 hours? and why Ferran and his daughter had to come too, even if their family had history together they had the map and they knew the location why that spoiled brat and her father had to come too.
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the magic vox
FanfictionEiden was not tall enough to see over the table but he grew up helping his dad in the workshop... 16 years later his fingers were as skilled as his dads once were... a lovely tune flew and surrounded the room... then the chime of the door twinkled...
