Copyright Intellectual Property of the owner of the forum account EatMeReturns, all rights reserved. Kayle awoke the the noise of loud knocking. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on his back, looking up at what appeared to be a giant eye. He yelled at the sight of it, but nothing left his mouth. Wary of the giant lidless eye obesrving from above, he examined his surroundings. He was lying on a faultless, large mirror that reflected the great eye, but not himself. He was in a circular room, 13 plain wooden doors surrounding him. More perfected mirrors seperated each of the doors, these also not reflecting him. Again, the loud knocking sounded. Kayle tried to pinpoint which door it was coming from, but it seemed to be coming from all of them at once. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around, but saw nothing. Again, footsteps behind him. He spun around in a circle, but no matter where he looked, the footsteps were still behind him. Kayle stopped spinning, and tried to call out, "Who's there?" but, as before, nothing came out. The footsteps stopped. A deep, whispery voice spoke: "I am here. Yes, I heard you. One cannot hear oneself in this room, but can hear others, and more..." The voice frightened Kayle more than the eye had, but it sounded helpful. He replied: "Wh-Who are you? What is this place?" The bone-chilling voice replied: "Alas, I cannot answer either of those questions. At least, not yet. I can tell you from behind which door that knocking came from. It was number 3." Suddenly, all the doors except for number 3 vanished. "Go ahead, open it." Kayle slowly approached the door. Upon reaching it, he studied it more closely. It had a plain door knob, with a keyhole just below it. Inscribed in to the door below the brass 3 on it were the words, "who weilds a sword." Kayle grasped the knob and turned. "It's locked!" he said, rather suprised at the anti-climacticity of that fact. "Ah yes, the key to number 3, please, Butler," said the voice. A white glove came out of the mirror to the left of the door, holding a brass key with teeth that resembled a number 3. It offered the key to Kayle. Kayle cautiously grasped it, and yanked his hand back as from a wild animal in a cage. The hand went in the mirror to the right of the door and vanished. "Now try to open it," the voice commanded. Kayle inserted the key in to the lock, turned both it and the knob, and pushed. The door swung open with such force and speed that Kayle was pulled inside, still holding on to the knob. He was thrown forward and landed on hard, cold stone. Behind him, he heard the maniacal laughter of the eerie voice. More to come, too lazy to type more right now. Suggestions not only accepted, but wanted.
Wielded is spelled with as wielded, not weilded. Otherwise, it's a pretty good story. You'll need to write about just how he ended up in that place, though. I suggest using flashbacks.
the whole story is contained within the place, you learn what said place pretty early on... IE, whenever i get around to typing again. i have no comment about learning WHY you are there... eh, i might as well type it tonight...
well i should have written more faultless mirrors. by more i mean in addition to the pre-mentioned mirror/s.
