During a time that was
not quite the past, and in a land somewhere between fantasy and fairytale, a
legend unfolds...
The gates were always closed. Their elegant looping foliated
scrolls were bound tightly by silver chains. The gates formed an impenetrable barrier
and nobody dared to cross the threshold without permission. There were stories
as to what awaited on the other side and as the centuries passed the stories
became myths, and the myths became a legend, but still the gates remained
steadfastly closed.
Until that day.
Where she was going and from whence she had came was of no
consequence except that it directed her straight into the path of the gates. If
asked why she had decided to walk that way instead of one of the hundred other
paths open to her she would not have been able to give a sensible answer. The
choice had not been a conscious one and it was almost as if fate had intervened
with her feet to lead her towards mischief.
She knew, as every child before her knew, the legend of the
gates. Imagine her surprise, therefore, when she found them unbound. The silver
chains dangled decoratively, curling like sleeping serpents on the ground. The
gates were tilted inwards creating an opening through which her body would fit
perfectly. Fate had summoned her and she answered the call. Boldly she ventured
over the threshold.
She found herself in a garden. It had perhaps once been beautiful
but time and neglect had created an ugly and vicious looking paradise. Overgrown
hedges were uneven and jagged, with stark and knurled branches clawing and
clasping at one another. There was not a hint of the tender new green growth
that prospered outside the gates. Instead it was as if the garden had been
suspended in perpetual winter. A miasma of decay seemed to linger over every
possibility of life.
These perceptions were not made all at once in an
overwhelming rush. The garden revealed itself to her gradually. An intense fog
coiled around the hedges and trees. As it drifted it disguised first this and
then that with its opacity, before finally uncovering that and then this. The
further into the garden she moved the thinner the fog became, until it was
nothing but an emaciated vapour. In its place she found herself ever more
dwarfed by the shadow of a great castle.
The turreted mountain of stones was blackened with age old
dirt. It was fully encircled by the maze created by the unkempt garden and yet
the avenue from the open gates led directly to the front door. She laid the
palm of her hand flat against this door as if she expected the knotted wood to
speak to her. She applied no force to gain admittance, rather her fingers
curled defensively as uncertainty afflicted her.
She was unable to deny, however, that the gates had been
open. This after all was tantamount to an invitation. As such she pushed
against the solid oak and fell forward when the door swung suddenly and
unresistingly open. The door was not imbued with magical properties, and the
pair of polished boots was the visible sign that someone and not something had
allowed her entry.
“Who the blazes are you?” The disembodied voice was a deep
animal snarl that sounded foreign to her ears. After coming through the gates
she had been isolated by preternatural silence and the abrupt question battered
her senses like thunder. “Whoever you are, go away.” The voice snapping with
irritation was accompanied by the grating of hinges as the door began to close.
Fate, however, had not led her so far simply to abandon her at the doorway.
“The gates were open.” Her blurted words ceased the movement
of the door.
“The gates are always
closed.” The scornful reply was immediate, but the door began to cautiously
open once more. The interior of the castle was entirely dark allowing her no
means by which to distinguish the keeper of the door from the shadows. The
shadows, however, were clearly able to see the gates. “Hmph.” The vocal grunt
acknowledged with little grace or contrition that she had indeed been stating
the truth. “Well I suppose you better come in then.”
Thus invited she stepped through to the other side.
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