Unanimous

Morning

Light broke into the room, illuminating Lola's rag doll hair and peaceful face. Making her nose crunch and her eyes squint tightly shut. Moaning slightly, at the rude awaking, she rose and began to rub her eyes. As she started to wake, the birds chirped filling the peace with endless noise. Rising from her bed, Lola twitched the curtains slightly, hoping to catch a small glimpse of the day.

Scanning carefully, she addressed her surroundings and checked for anything suspicious. Relieved by the result, she threw open the curtains fully and got herself ready.

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Descending the stairs, she made her way back to the library, where her searching had gone hopelessly wrong. However, she felt the need to go back; no where else seemed like it held anything.

So Lola wondered into the vast room, of the library. Eyes alert and ready, she traced her fingers along the old, pine, wood as she had done before. Hoping to find the original spot, of the book. Finally, her fingers slipped forward slightly, as they reached the gap in the shelf. Previously, accompanied by the book she had wanted. None the less, she wasn't going to let this stop her.

There was no way that book was the only clue. Reaching her hand into the gap, she felt around for anything unusual in the shelf. Until, her hand retreated slightly and her pinky brushed against a different surface. Freezing instantly, Lola turned her hand and pressed her palm down on the spot her pinky had touched.

To her utter joy, it was a button, she had found something. Stepping back, she watched as the shelves fell into the wall and the books compacted into one, as the furniture made room for the main event. Now standing before her was a long passageway, that smelt of rock, ash and pine. It looked natural and felt like home. However, Lola didn't know why.

Assessing the newly formed hallway, Lola traced her hands up it's walls. They were fascinating, the texture appeared to be soft yet firm as well as rough and gritty. It had so many textures, it didn't seem right. Tilting her head to take a closer look, she heard a voice.

It was angelic and welcoming, nothing could compare to the innocence and beauty of this one voice. As it continuously called out. Softly and sweetly it called,

"Come here, come here. Don't you want to know..."

Know what, would have been Lola's first reaction however, this time it wasn't she had no rational reaction at all. All she wanted to do was follow it's calls. Something so beautiful, must have something interesting to share.

Slowly, step by step, she made her way closer and closer to the ever growing voice. It was intoxicating...

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                      Lawrence

Lounging on a chair, his body leaning to the side and his hair dancing in the wind. Lawrence moved his head slightly and yawned; crinkling his face as he did. The morning was peaceful, the birds were enjoying their day and no one had emerged from the building yet. Sitting up, he grinned to himself and lifted the book he had been gripping tightly. He wasn't going to let this go. Flipping the book open he scanned his fingers across the pages, until he reached what he was looking for. It read,

" After the centuries passed, and the demons were on the brink of killing each other. A gateway was found. An unsuspecting demon had been wondering about the ruins, of an old castle, when he came across a stained archway with a florescent gate linked to it. Nothing compared to their things, it wasn't burnt or boiled and it showed no sign of ever being thermal. Instead it was a cold, brittle iron that was rusting away, here in these ruins. Obviously, curious the demon began to investigate. Before long overs came to join him, it was exciting, never  before had this been seen. After that day, crowds of demons visited that spot until one fateful day. A young demon was examining the gate, when he saw something move. It was short and stout with little ears, and no horns. It's skin was pale and it's face was fragile and small. Nothing seemed threatening about it. Curiously, the demon boy padded over to investigate. Once seeing the demon boy the little thing waddled round the corner, and seemed to disappear. Following him quickly, the demon boy fell. Far and deep, until he crashed to the bottom and his body spread out on a new surface. It was damp, cold and wet and it tickled. However, before he could do anything else an arrow whistled by and knocked him down. To this day, the demons have never dared to go near that old rusting, steel gate in fear they will be next...."

Stories they are a great way to scare you, you'll never know which one is real. However, I know that this is real, for that demon boy was my little brother, Prince Christopher James Castle. An heir to the Blood Dimmed Monarchy and youngest living child of the royal Castle family. Every demon was taken to the rusting old gate, to leave their mark on, it was a sign of your life. My brother had come of age; it was his time to mark his name like everyone else. We were so proud. Until they ruined it. The humans, fleshy and pink with no protection at all to their vulnerable skin. They have no scales or horns to protect their bodies with. Yet despite all this they were impossible to get rid of. Always thinking of new ways to survive.

Over the years I surveyed them, until I discovered the founding family, the beginning to this resilient species. They had a daughter of my age, who seemed out of place. This was the family I was going to take my revenge on, yet this girl made me want to give them a chance.

So after a year of watching, I learnt everything I could about her and her relations with her family. She seemed like an outsider, and I felt the need to test her. So I came to Earth, just to see how resilient humans are, by testing this one girl and seeing just what the human mind could do...

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Satisfied for now, Lawrence closed the book and slipped it into his bag, zipping it up tightly. He then moved along the path, making his way to the library.

                         Lola

Reaching the end of the tunnel, she was presented with an oval room that looked like it was made of fire and water. Yet she wasn't harmed by it at all,  across the walls were lilies and roses and dead in the centre stood a tiny podium.

The voice had finished calling, and in it's place stood a beautiful woman...