The Wall

a clip from Chapter: The Wall of Endfall

Riddley led Milo down a long hallway. The walls were painted green and the ceiling was curved, lined in a goldish wood. There were more than a dozen doors, each with a red door knocker. At the end of the hallway Riddley stopped at the final door and raised his hand at Milo, who stood at least two lengths behind, signaling a halt. Riddley let out a soft breath, holding his position for a moment and putting his ear up to the door. Milo just now noticed a haze forming near the ceiling and drifting down, a light colored smoke. Milo wasn’t sure that was comforting.

                “What I’m about to show you will brand your role in this ordeal.” Riddley pushed a hand shakily towards the handle of the door. “I knew you were of great capabilities.”

                “I hope you’re not overestimating me.” Milo said.

                The door swing open swiftly with a loud creaking sound and Riddley rushed inside. It was nothing more than a shallow closet, the inside as cream and dusted as the living room. But in front of the door there stood a small table with a locked chest atop it.

                Riddley spread his wrinkly hands over the lock and faintly hummed a tune. “This,” he said, pulling a key from his pocket, “is what was left of the project I worked on.” He put it in, turned it twice, the lock clicked. Riddley opened the lid of the chest, and revealed a bundle of items laid in red velvet. On top, something black, made of a thick cloth material. Riddley grasped it and raised it up. “The cloak,” he said. He turned it over, and Milo saw the symbol of a lion displayed under the hood. It was a cloak of mighty quality, he suspected.

Author's Note

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