Unfinished Works

Mark on the Map

I had never been to this side of the world before. Despite the map I had found by the river near my home just days ago, I was still unsure what to expect. The distinct path embossed onto the map scroll had led me here. And yet, I couldn't be certain that this was where I was meant to be. After all, what if the map had been left for someone else? What if it led to a trap? Though I'd met many faces during the long journey here, I hadn't shared the secret with any of them. And now here I was in front of a gate stretching as high into the sky as I could see. Surely it stopped somewhere before it reached the clouds, but I couldn't see where. 

After all of my traveling to get here, I decided I might as well continue on. There was hardly a point to turning back now. I pressed my hand against the gate and.. nothing. It didn't give. I looked up and down and side to side- searching for a latch or a handle or anything that might indicate a way to open it. I looked down at the map again. Why would a map bring me to a place that I can't enter?