Crispen
We all stand like soldiers, waiting for the Elder to arrive and judge us. I wonder how they will determine who gets in and who stays out. What happens to those who aren’t allowed in? Where do they go? I look around and wonder if it’s possible, but then I stop myself from going there. That’s dark. I’m sure they would kill somebody who isn’t pure of heart. Or would they?
The doors open outward, and we see nothing through the fog that leaves the inner cave. It’s dark, not what I expected to see. But then again, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.
‘Welcome, to the Gates of Initium,’ the man says, greeting us. He wears a long white robe. He has a multitude of colored jewels placed in specific places. First, down the neck of his robe, on the cuffs, on the trimming. Then on the che
