Friday, September 4, 2009

And I heard a whisper...

She had of course, heard many things about Grace Flame Castle, but to see it was to feel its magnificence. It was as though it was built by its history. The sun-bleached stone walls pulsed with victory, boasting at the scars they received from century after century of war. Its' seven towers housed the king's seven sorcerers and an occasional sparkle of magical light would fill up the windows. At the very center of the castle was a giant bronze dome. It was pocked with groupings of holes that made up the sky's constellations. At the top of the dome rose a long spire that dug deep into the sky, its end lost amongst the clouds.
"We must proceed Miss or we will be late."
"Oh! Sorry, sir." Troova blushed and then lengthened her stride to catch up with Purple Face.
As they approached the entrance, Troova gasped in awe. The massive gold-plated doors she walked through were covered in mystic symbols that shimmered with a thousand different colors and whispered in a foreign tongue. Some symbols were larger than others and whispered louder than the symbols surrounding them. Troova touched the door and immediately pulled back. An imprint of her hand burned in blue then faded slowly into the door. Her palm was either ice cold or burning hot, she couldn't decide, but as she looked at it, it glistened white briefly before returning to normal.
"Excuse me, sir? What are the doors saying?"
The attendant stopped and turned to look at her. His eyes were narrowed and his tiny mouth was slightly open.
"You-you heard the doors speak?"
"Yes", Troova said nervously, "is that bad?"
He approached her and leaned over closely. "What did they say?"
"I don't know. I-I couldn't understand their language".
He stared at her for a brief moment and put his hand on her shoulder.
"What is your name Miss?"
"Troova, sir. Troova Hollifax".
A shocked look waved over his pudgy face. He stood quickly and looked down at her with urgency.
"Well then. Come with me quickly, Miss Hollifax", he took a deep breath, "She'll want to know you've come."