posted on Nov, 12 2010 @ 11:46 PM
It should have been dark, for it was night, but it was not dark. Everywhere there were lights—lines of light—circles and blurs of light—ten
thousand torches would not have been the same. The sky itself was alight—you could barely see the stars for the glow in the sky. I thought to myself
"This is strong magic" and trembled. There was a roaring in my ears like the rushing of rivers. Then my eyes grew used to the light and my ears to
the sound. I knew that I was seeing the city as it had been when the gods were alive
I had just found a door I could open when the dogs decided to rush. Ha! They were surprised when I shut the door in their faces—it was a good door,
of strong metal. I could hear their foolish baying beyond it but I did not stop to answer them. I was in darkness—I found stairs and climbed. There
were many stairs, turning around till my head was dizzy. At the top was another door—I found the knob and opened it. I was in a long small
chamber—on one side of it was a bronze door that could not be opened, for it had no handle. Perhaps there was a magic word to open it but I did not
have the word. I turned to the door in the opposite side of the wall. The lock of it was broken and I opened it and went in.