in Florida
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“Wake up!” shouted a deep hollow voice that panned from left to right in Gary’s ears. The voice spoke again, no louder than the last time but with more authority. Gary’s eyes flickered as he found himself staring at the creamy colored ceiling of his quarters. He sat up, stretching his arms behind him as he bowed his back. The room was quickly illuminated with the morning sunlight as Horace slid the curtains open. Horace shadow was projected on the floor, stretched out like a giant as he curtly spun on his heal and stepped out of the way as that Gary could look out on the view.
There was sincerely no debate on the condition of the morning; it was possibly one of the most beautiful things he had had the pleasure of seeing. The morning sun was reflected on the lake, and the forest floor was cast with shadows from the foliage above. Gary leapt to his feet, slipping his morning slippers on and darting from the bedroom.
Over breakfast both Gary and Liz had decided they would spend another day searching the halls of the mansion for anything mysterious. “Pardon me,” began Horace who crossed the dining room. “I’m sorry if it comes across that I was eavesdropping but I couldn’t help but overhear that you were planning a day searching the secrets of the mansion.”
Both Gary and Liz pretended that they hadn’t heard what he had said, but persistent he continued to speak. “You know, at your age I had much of the curiosity that you two have,” continued Horace. Both Gary and Liz seemed uninterested believing this to be a lecture… so they rudely began to babble on in some fake conversation about what was happening lately with the prime minister. Horace soon realized that he had not captured their attention and decided to bring up something that might.
“You know--I could tell you what happened in that… hallucination… that we experienced yesterday in the library,” said Horace who bore a slight smirk on his face. The two were immediately drawn in, turning their heads towards Horace wide eyed. Horace couldn’t help but chuckle as the two goggled him like a chameleon.
“I’m sure your wondering what that light was, yeah?” said Horace leaning in like a luring magician. “I have more curiosity for the dark figure,” said Gary staring deep into Horace eyes. “As did I at your age,” began Horace. “But in order to know what the darkness is you must first have an understanding of what the light is. For one can not know the contents of dark room without first obtaining a light… the light,” said Horace. Horace eyes were etched with understanding, smiling at the two. “So by that do you mean that the light is one with the darkness,” asked Gary in curiosity. “Of course not,” began Horace chuckling. “Light can not bind with darkness—you see—the two used to be one--there was no darkness at all. The light was and is the dominating power over the world of Gateway… but I’m sure as you know now the darkness didn’t sit well with the thought that he was minority—and he desperately attempted to overthrow the authority of the light. With this act of desperation and disobedience the light furiously threw him out of his high council and gave him Gateway Mansion as an inhabitance, and that is where he lives to this day.”
“Wait… That’s it? That’s the end of the story?” asked Gary, completely perplexed as he continued to stare at Horace. “No… the story has much more to come—but that is all to the present time,” completed Horace satisfied that they had absorbed a complete word from his mouth. “But what about the battle on the Gateway grounds?” asked Gary?
“Oh that?” asked Horace smiling. “Yes that!” shouted Gary. “Do not become tempered child… do not make my mistakes… you are like looking in a mirror. That event is not up to present, that event will not occur until the chosen time—that event is in the future. But the way that things seem to be playing out; it would seem that the “chosen time” seems to be approaching at a sprint,” said Horace who was trying not to shout.
The room went cold with silence. Liz who had yet to utter a word until this point, attempted to reignite the conversation that had been started. “What makes you suppose that?” asked Liz, eyeing the both of them. “Things have happened around the mansion,” uttered Horace who seemed on the verge of tears. “What kind of things?” asked Liz, not completely satisfied with his response? “My! Horrible things! The walls have rattled, the lights have flickered, and I believe if my eyes haven’t deceived me… I’ve actually seen the Dark Bidder!” cried Horace, placing his knuckles on his lips and closing his eyes. “Wait, wait, wait! Who on earth is the “Dark Bidder”?” asked Gary puzzled.
The room was filled again with a bitter silence, but Horace broke the ice; answering his question. “The Dark Bidder… is the “dark” itself. He’s the one you saw in your dream,” finished Horace who got from his seat and walked from the room; unable to speak another word. This was unfortunate, both Gary and Liz had many more questions to ask.
Gary took a final bite of his scrambled eggs and leapt to his feet. “I do believe I’m ready to go and investigate,” he said smiling as though the danger that Horace informed them of did not phase him. “Do you think that Horace was telling the truth?” asked Liz, who did not look into Gary’s eyes but instead stared blankly at her plate. “I suppose so,” answered Gary who trudged towards the door. “Wait! Where are you going?” shouted Liz. Gary doubled back, a smile on his face. “I’m going to find that mirror of fire…” completed Gary, who walked from the room. Liz leapt to her feet, sprinting towards Gary. “Why do you need to go there?” asked Liz to Gary in curiosity. “You said that Horace broke the barrier of the mirror? He touched you did he not?” asked Gary. “Yes, but what is your point?” pondered Liz who struggled to keep up with him as Gary sprinted up the archway stairs. “If he can break the barrier, why can’t we?” asked Gary smiling. “I suppose we could,” answered Liz. And so the two set off to find the mirror of fire… not knowing that someone was following them…patrolling their every step.
CONTINUE IN CHAPTER FIVE…
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