| Well here it is the first chapter of a very interesting book. Get ready because I'm not intirely sure where we are going.
The Beginning
I looked at that window for last
time. I was a fool then, I can’t say
that I’m brilliant now, but I have a better grasp on things now. The allusion that was my life was changed in
an instant, and I’m not sure how to deal with it. I will always remember that cold day in
December. It’s strange now to look back
and realize that only a year has actually passed since then. It was dark if I recall correctly, right after
dinner, it was actually that night on the second. My life had been changed a good deal more
drastically than I had ever anticipated, and well I guess that to tell you any
more I would have to start at the beginning of my tale.
Well, like
I said it was the evening of December on the second, and I had gone upstairs in
my grandparent’s cabin in Colorado. My grandparents, you see, were very
mountainous people. For one reason or
another they loved the cold air. I, on
the other hand, despised it in the least, the thin air was a little dizzying at
times. I trudged up the stairs in my
usual way. I swung the door open and
peered into the dark room that lay before me.
The room seemed breezier than I had anticipated, and a shiver ran up my
spine. I felt around and flipped on the
light switch. The light came on
instantly and revealed a cluttered mess.
I promised I would clean up the room for my grandparents, and when
better than late at night. I walked over
to the window and found it open. I
looked at it curiously; I hadn’t touched it at all during my stay. Quickly, and shuttering at the fact that I
might sleep in the cold that night, I closed and latched the window. It was enough that I had to deal with them
cooling the downstairs I didn’t need them cooling my room. I simply ignored the fact that they would
cool the house when it was cold enough. I
began to grab the dirty clothes off the ground and tossed them into the hamper
next to the closed door.
Turning
around to make the bed, or at least clean it up so that I’d have something to
warm myself up with, there came a shock when my bedroom door screeched open and
my grandma’s sweet voice wishing me a good night. Flinging my body around, I repeated the
phrase in a cold sweat. My grandma
closed the door as I turned around and placed the comforter on the bed. I felt a quick tingle grow up from my feet
and settle at my neck. It was alarming,
but I didn’t think too much of it, the room was still rather breezy.
My eyes glazed over at the
clock. I made an upset groan, just
nearly eight o’clock, what was I to
do. I dropped my body onto the bed and
reached for my bag. The zipper came
undone with a little effort; I reached inside and grabbed a book. I began to read it, it wasn’t that
interesting I remember. My eyes began to
close and slowly I fell asleep my head using the book as a pillow.
I had a strange dream. For some reason I was walking down a road
with nothing on either side of me for miles.
My legs began to ache and I was fazing from the heat. My eyes looked up, and before me was a
house. The house was surrounded by a small
forest, and overhead was a thick black cloud that was letting out buckets of
rain. As I came closer to the house I
began to realize that it was a very extravagant house, despite the dark cloud
above it, it shined radiantly as if repelling the rain drops. I walked up to the porch; it was long and
stretched all round the house. Taking
each step slowly I peered at the windows at either side of the door, the inside
looked completely dark. I stepped closer
to the door and realized that there was a plaque above it. The plaque read, “Lose Hope All Who Enter Here.”
and it had some scrawling that I could not make out underneath it. I came to the door and felt my hand gravitate
toward the doors handle, I tried to pull myself away but the pull became even stronger. Finally, my hand made a tight grip around the
doors handle, and I heard a voice exclaim to me, “Open it, the path is dark but
holds many treasures. The day is night
but there is order in the chaos. Turn
the handle and know true knowledge, turn the handle and have unnatural
wisdom. I’m waiting for you.”
I was pulled out of the dream
suddenly and onto a shoulder. My eyes
slowly came into focused and I watched as whatever had me darted down the
stairs and through the kitchen to the living room. It threw me on the couch and threw a helmet
at me telling me to put it on. I
examined the helmet and then took a slow look at whoever it was. He had on a black leather jacket and black
jeans. I tried to get a look at his
face, but it seemed as if there was no face to look at. He grabbed the helmet exclaiming that he
didn’t have time for this, and shoved it on my head. It invariably knocked me out.
During that time I had another
dream. I was in a completely white room,
I looked around but saw no walls no ceiling, not even a floor. It was as if I had been entered into some
type of limbo. I, by no power of my own,
began to walk. A voice shouted out to
me, “Stop where you are! Take off your
shoes for you are on holy ground.”
A little confused I reached down
and yanked off my shoes. “What is going
on and who is that guy who grabbed me?” I quickly asked.
A response had come just as quickly
as I had asked the question. “You are
caught in a war between true good and true evil, more will be explained later. As for the man who grabbed you, he is named
Diago, he is good and that is all you need to know.”
The light began to fade and I felt
my mind slip. “Wait.” I yelled. It was too late I began to hear some type of
rumble, and slowly I began to smell pine trees.
The wind was blowing all around me and my vision came into focus,
something strange was happening. I
looked around and everything was taking a new form. |
