© 2010, Patrick Hester. All Rights Reserved
Chapter Thirty-Five
Eli stood before a massive stone door. Reaching out, he ran his finger along the intricate patterns depicting trees, bushes and grass. It struck a chord in his memory, this image of a Great Forest. He shook his head, trying to remember where and when he’d seen anything like this. Even the tapestries along the walls of the Keep did not have the level of detail he saw here.
The Wall stretched as far as he could see left and right, the door set within the stone and ending just at the edge of the light above him. It made no sense for it to be here.
“Have you gone through?” asked a voice.
“No,” he answered.
“You should,” said the voice. He felt a hand press against his back, giving him a shove forward. He lost his balance, toppling towards the door. Raising his hands, he tried to stop himself from slamming face-first into the stone and found that he stumbled forward without ever hitting it. Warmth spread across his skin and he lowered his arms to see that he was standing on an impossibly ancient stone, one of thousands forming a road twice as wide as any he’d ever seen. Above him a blue sky replaced the canopy of leaves and a bright sun caused him to blink and squint. Looking South, he saw that the road stretched nearly to the unfamiliar mountains on the horizon, cutting a swatch through the Great Forest surrounding him. To the North, it disappeared into that same Forest, swallowed by trees older and larger than he was used to seeing. (more…)