A cold feeling lingered in the air, an old, cold feeling. A feeling that had stayed in the same place for centuries and centuries on end.
Goldity stood staring at Shadelight's grand gates. They weren't ajar like they should be.
"But we'll open it in due time" He thought to himself.
A feeling of longing led him to the door. He would never be lost in the labyrinth that was Chuck's basement. The darkness tugged at his soul like dark tendons constantly pulling him toward the doors.
It was his destiny, his goal to open them. This was his job, and no one else's.
Suddenly, he heard slow, echoing footsteps behind him.
"Goldity? What are you doing down here again?"
It was Chuck. He was a worrier. A decrepit, old corpse. The golden-cloaked man never understood him.
"I don't know, if I'm to be quite honest." Goldity replied.
"Well you should come back up! It's practically sub-zero down here!" The old man exclaimed.
"In a moment, Chuck."
"Alright, suit yourself!" Chuck walked off. Goldity listened as his footsteps grew quieter and quieter as he got farther away.
"Soon..." Goldity muttered, soon to then turn and follow Chuck.
YOU ARE READING
shadelight mini-stories or something
Fanfictionshadelight stuff ig? this is my first piece on wattpad. i made this when i just joined so expect it to be awful. (ps: i did make the cover art.)
