I stood alone in the dark corridors of the castle, my eyes wandering uneasily from side to side. I half expected to see a phantom or shadow hovering in every dark corner. A pale blue light shone through the once glorious windows that were now warped by time and blanketed with a thick layer of dust and mold. The sharp bite of winters wind howled and moaned within the haunting yet majestic stone fireplace on the left side of the corridor, with two large rusted full suits of armor bearing swords on either side. I had an eerie feeling that they were guarding a deep and long forgotten secret within the unseen castle interiors.
Staring once again down the dark corridors, I spotted the door from my recurring dreams. It was a large oak door in a wall of cold stone, engraved in the door were the words “Hreta Pon Fuller Cap.” I was unable to decipher the lost language. Within my heart was a burning desire to see what was on the other side. I reached out my trembling hand for the cold iron latch handle, but was unable to find it. The darkness didn’t help either. The desire within, caused me to feel the entire frame of the door in a psychotic frenzy. To my dismay, there was no latch to be found. In a last effort, I placed my body against the door and began shoving my entire wait into breaking down the door. There was not the slightest movement, not an inch.
Unable to fulfill my lustful desire, I slammed my fist against the door with a solid thud, and fell to my knees surrendering to my failure. Cold sweat dripped down my face, sending a series of shivers throughout my body. The anger inside grew until I could no long hold it in. I lifted my head and roared savagely.