The group came out of the thin forest surrounding to a beautiful city. All the stone buildings were in such wonderful condition. Instead of normal grey bricks, the building were painted in a variety of colors. The streets were created of red bricks and in perfect condition. Many houses had beautiful yards of flowers within them. The city was intergrated with many different cultures. There were white, black, people from far off India, people from the orient, and many others this group had not encountered. Each had their individual culture about them, yet this city thrived as one culture. Human.
It was such a happy, and joyful place. The group felt a state of bliss. Except Morpheus. He watched their reactions. "Welcome to the city of the Elder," he said.
Suddenly the little child Pocky runs up to Aramis. "The chosen one, wow." He grabs Aramis by the hand and pulls for him to follow. Aramis goes along with him. The child starts running and Aramis has to compete to stay up with him. The others follow not to fair behind. Morpheus knew were they were going.
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They ran up the paved road up a hill. Soon Aramis found himself outside of a grand build. It was large and had impressive artwork carved within the stone.
"We are here," Pocky said.
"What is here?" Aramis asked. Pocky laughed, then ran off.
Aramis turned around and looked behind. From atop this hill you could see all sides of the island. You could see the small surrounding forest and the distant ocean.
Aramis looked at the building. A short stairway lead up to a door. Aramis starts to walk up them strangly compeled to do so.
Morpheus and the others arrive at the bottom of the stairway. They stop. Morpheus holds up his arms to stop the others from going up.
The main door is made of strong wood. It has a single knocker in the middle. Aramis reaches his hand up to the door knocker so he may knock just when...
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