I started to climb it, the view to the top from inside seemed like forever. I wasn't tired yet; determined to make it. The climb was taking forever but my will to keep going was extremely strong. I knew that this is what I was meant to do, the thought of reaching the top excited me.
I was very close to the top now, the height I had climbed was incredible! The temptation to look down was very overwhelming but I fought it. I could hear them now, my grandparents, I was in hysterics. I hadn't heard those voices since I was almost too young to remember. They were encouraging me to continue. The light was glowing a lot brighter now, I knew I had to head towards it.
There it stood in front of me - the tower of a door. The door was swung open but it seemed to empty inside. I couldn't see anything. I knew I had to enter. It was silent, no voices; the sound of the waves had stopped too. I could see them on the other side. I hadn't seen them since they passed many years ago. I didn't hesitate and rushed straight through.
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Lighthouse of the lost
Short StoryA short story of a journey of discovery of the unknown