Spoken

Chapter 6

(Jema's POV)

The day has gone by so fast as I mindlessly walked though the long corridors of the castle. I got lost long ago; just what I wanted. My Grelaten had left me, sensing I wanted peace to myself. I have no idea where they went but I trust them as always. Every thing on this castle looked the same or may that was just me not paying attention. I've gone down so many halls and gone through so many rooms, it would be impossible to find my way back.

I turned another corner only to reach a dead end leading to one large door. It was larger then any of the others and sparked my interest. I walked to it slowly, listening for any sounds on the other side. When I heard nothing, I tried to push the door opened. It was extremely heavy and would not budge. I crossed arms over my chest and looked intently at the door. I'm not sure why I wanted to see what was on the other side so badly but I was drawn to it. I looked around for anything that might help but of course their was nothing.

I sighed and turned around to leave when I noticed something. On the candle holder next to the door, was a tiny knob. It would have blended in perfectly except it was only on the one to the right of the door, not on the on the one to the left. As I took a step towards it, I notice their were tiny numbers on it. I had seen things like these. The were opened with a certain set of numbers and turns. What could be so important that they would go so far as hiding even the this little lock. Why not just use a key?

"Veneda?" I jumped and spun around. Why does this always keep happening to me? The man who had scared me was one of the important men that had been at the meeting. He was an older man but still good looking. He was tall and had dark blond hair with a hint of grey. He would have looked like a nice fatherly man if he had not been looking at me the way he was. The look he gave me was one of knowing and disapproval. I would have understood that because I had just been examining the lock of a secret door but the look was pointed directly to me as if the sight of me in general was a bad thing.

"I'm sorry, I got lost," I said bringing his eyes to mine. He stood their for a minute more and as he did, I noticed a sound coming from the locked door. It was a small voice speaking but not in the human language. It was a language I had never heard before but I of course understood it. Its voice was was barley a whisper in my ears and it sounded as if it came from a female. The voice was eerie and seemed to hold so much knowledge. The words it spoke were very confusing. That just made it all the more confusing since I usually still understood even if words were in riddles.

"She stands on the path of two ways and two worlds. Fear of the darkness and fear of the written word. But words are not all that can be read. Speak do the creatures of the darkness though no sound can be heard. Light is not of this home of things that do not touch the earth yet can not leave it. Words is what keeps them stuck and words is what can set them free. Yet not any ones words but not ones words only, can let them leave. If they do not leave, they shall have to stay and if they stay, to ways shall become one and two worlds shall collide."

The voice disappeared as did the cold that had come over the room. My eyes had become unfocused as it spoke and after closing my eyes for a moment I finally opened them. I had completely forgotten about the man that had been with me in the dead end but as I looked at him now, I saw him looking right at me with such intent I thought I might break.

"What did you hear?" he said in a voice that sounded so restrained and angry. When I did not immediately answer him, he took to long strides towards me. I back up until I hit the large door. He was now standing right in front of me looking as if he might strangle me. "What did you hear?" He repeated, harsher than before.

"Nothing," I say if barley a whisper.

"You lie!" he practically screamed at me. "What did you hear!?"