The sky was clear, the weather seemed perfect. As they admired the scenery, something stopped them in their tracks. It was huge. The doors towered over them. The doors were made of wood. Placed directly in the middle was a heart. Lines were carved into the door. One line made a special impression. It was in the middle of the door. It stretched all the way from the top to the bottom. What was strange was, that the line wasn't carved on the inside of the heart.
Taking not much notice, everyone placed their hands on the door and pushed. The door wouldn't budge. They tried again. The door still couldn't be moved. They tried for what seemed like a long time.
After what seemed like eternity. Everyone gave up. They laid down on the ground, the ground was strange. It didn't feel hard, nor was it soft. It was just, comfortable. You could lie there for the rest of your life.
Time passed, and they all fell asleep. They were alone, or so they thought. A pair of eyes had been following them from the start. This mysterious figure thought to itself, "Maybe just one, it would be better i guess."
It descended from where it had been before, and whispered into the ears of a particular person, "Trust. Try asking to be let in, it may just work.".
It was like a lightning bolt, the guy sprung up from the ground. He was unsure of what had happened, he had felt a very intense pressure on his chest. He couldn't open his eyes, nor could he scream. Aside from the burning question on how an unknown person knew his name, all he had in his mind was the word, please.
He then proceeded to the door, placing each hand firmly on the door. Mustering all the strength he could, he pushed. The door could not be moved. "I must be crazy" he thought. "We tried as a group and failed, what makes me think i can even shift this door the tiniest bit?".
As he started to turn, he heard clicks. It seemed like the sound came from behind the door. Taking no chances, he spun right back towards the door and starting pushing at the door. Still no change. "Weird..." Trust thought, he was absolutely sure that he heard loud clicks from behind the door.
"I think i should wait for everyone else to wake up, before we try anything new." he said to himself. His mind started to wander as he faced his back towards the door. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of weeping. It sounded like a little kid.
He immediately got up and scanned the area. It was a little kid, crying profusely, running in his direction. He couldn't think of anything else, he crouched down as the kid came closer. The kid was carrying chains, the sound of the metal clashing against each other was almost as loud as the kid's sorrow.
His arms were open. An invitation for the kid to show him that he was there for the little fellow, the kid gladly took the offer. As he picked the kid up from the ground, he realised that the kid wasn't as heavy as he had anticipated, he was almost weightless, considering the fact he has those massive metal chains with him.
"Please! Please! Please!", those were the only words coming out of the kid's mouth. Trust was unsure of what the kid's request was. All the kid did was scream the word please. But as he try to comprehend further, it struck him. The kid was staring towards the door and screaming please. What was the kid trying to say? Was the kid trying to steer him and his friend aways from the door? Or was he encouraging them to open it?
Trust couldn't take it any longer, he put the kid down and scrambled across towards his friends. "HEY GUYS! HELP!", he hollered. Everyone else was startled, picking themselves up, everyone was quiet, giving him stares of death. "What are you guys staring at me so angrily for? There's a kid in distress and and and...", He couldn't finish his sentence. The kid was gone. Vanished into thin air.
All he heard, was the same metallic clash at the door. "Please guys follow me, i think i can open this door, the kid is over at the other side. He was crying his heart out. Please. Just trust me." Trust blurted.
Immediately after Trust finished his sentence, another voice broke the silence. "This better work, Trust. Oh well, your name already suggests it anyway." "Thanks Faith, it will, it will."
Trust placed his hands firmly on the doors once again, but this time, it was different. The air turned stagnant, it was very still. Everything was very quiet, as though it were a signal for something important to be said.
Trust opened his mouth. A gush of wind smashed on their faces, it was like facing a tsunami head on, only that it was made of wind instead of water.
If the scenery before was breath-taking, they would all have died at that instance. A garden greeted them, it was inviting. There was a tea table right in the middle of the landscape.
What was more interesting than every other thing, was the fact that there was a person dressed extremely well. He could be the epitomy of the phrase, dressed to impress. Sitting there, pouring what seemed like tea into the teacups placed at the tea table.
Trust sprang right into action, sprinting towards this guy. When he reached the table, he was interrupted even before he could start his sentence. "It is quite rude not to introduce yourself before you start a conversation. Wait, were you going to start? Or were you going to question me?", this guy questioned.
He couldn't waste anymore time. "Hi, my name is trust. I was looking for a kid, he was carrying chains with him and crying very badly, have you seen him?" trust said with his most polite voice. "Now that is better, Hi Trust. No i have not seen such a kid, it is quite impossible for a kid to be carrying chains and running around don't you think?" he replied.
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