"Are you sure you're alright?" Gemma neared, lowering her voice. "Maybe you should release the necklace."
Immediately I could feel my eyes dilate. Terror instantly squeezed my insides, while everyone was staring at me, behind them, slinking down the ceiling like a spider, was the Jester.
"Look!" I roared, pointing a finger. Everyone turned suddenly. Simultaneously the emerald began to blaze with green light. Automatically my hand squashed around it and once again my mind transported to a new scene.
Faster than a flash I was back in the throne room. Warm lightning flamed all around, although, despite the lack of windows, I could tell it was late evening. The king and queen were seated on their thrones and on either side of them were their children.
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Take him to the tower and empty his quarters, the queen's voice replayed in my mind's ear. Maybe he had taken them to the tower. The larger guard had pointed it out earlier. It was right of the princesses door. It was worth a shot. With urgency, I plunged back into the hole, and army crawled the way I had come. With more mastery, I swiftly exited the trap-door and rocketed out of the princess's room, turning right at the doorway. It was now darker than ever, no mute light filtering from underneath the doorways, I was practically blind. Feeling with my hands, I touched the cold stone walls and felt an opening. Walking through my foot rammed into a hard object--it was a stair step. This has to be the way to the tower. With caution, but fleet-footed, I began to ascend a wide spiral staircase. After a few minutes, however, my legs felt on fire. The darkness almost palpable, like I was running through an endless tunnel of tar, my pace gradually turning slow. Then, I stopped when I heard a muffled noise. With my senses on high alert, I deciphered that the sound was music, like the kind I had once heard at a renaissance festival--that was odd. Resuming stride, I continued to climb, and soon I spied a glowing light, a beacon of hope. I was getting closer. Jumping four steps at a time, I lept the last few levels and approached a small door with light spilling forth underneath. The music was unmistakable, playing within. Without hesitation, I ripped open and the handle and peered inside, but what I saw was not what I was
The inside was nothing like the outside. It was full of intricate rooms and many stairs leading to unknown places. “My name is Glendella,” she told me. “I am a co-finder of the Order of the Forbidden. I’m sure you have never heard of me, for everyone thinks I am dead.” “Tell me, Cinderella, what do you know about your father’s passing?” I chocked up a bit when I heard her mention my father. “All I was told is that he passed of natural causes and he’s in a better place now,” I said between my soft sobs. “Cinderella, I need you to breathe and prepare yourself, because everything you have been told is a
In conclusion, I still remember every step of the stairs for me as a frog which tries to climb out the well and join in the open world. But
“a steep flight of steps leading down to a black gap like the mouth of
But my blissful state completely vanishes as a terrible splintering sound fills the room, prompting me to bolt upright in my bed. And I am dumbstruck by what I find. A piece of the wooden door is now lying battered on the floor and a gaping hole is now visible from the outside of my door. “What the hell are you doing!” I shout at Lillie, who is peering at me through the hole.
At the end of the stairs, I turned on my flashlight to see where I was going. There was a long hallway made of stones. It is very damp and dusty down here. At the end of the hallway I found a room filled with hieroglyphs and a lot of treasure. The guides ran to it and started stuffing jewels and gold down their pockets. I was studying the hieroglyphs.
The Glowing Coin Summary: The world she once knew has ended. She gasped as she woke up, breathing hard. A nightmare, she thinks as she tries to calm herself down and breathe slower. She checks her surroundings and reminds herself that she is safe. She is at home.
Gripping the handle of the lantern between his teeth, he located a large stone sitting in the corner of the room and dragged it underneath the hole. Using it as a stepping stool, he jumped straight up into the opening and grabbed blindly for the rungs of the iron ladder he knew was bolted against the wall of the shaft. With his first attempt, he was only able to brush his fingers against the rungs before falling back down onto the rock. The second time, he was able to grasp the ladder for a split second before slipping off just as quickly. Bahauddin was old; his strength was dwindling.
I turn the handle and step into the passage from which I know there will be no return. I urge my leaden legs up the narrow staircase . . . spiraling skyward on soft marble treads, pitted and worn. The voices echo from below.
“It’s clear, follow me.” We eased out of the niche, creeping close to the wall. From the entrance of the castle, orders were being shouted above the din of entering gargoyles. Twice we slipped into empty rooms, waiting with our breath held, sure that this time we’d be found by the passing gargoyles.
The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant is a cautionary tale about the dangers of trying to live outside of who you are. France, at the time this short story was published, was highly divided by class and had rigid structures for defining those classes. The three main structures at this time were the aristocrats, the merchants, and the peasants. The main character Madam Mathilde Loisel yearns to be a member of the aristocracy; however, life has found her married to a poorly paid clerk. Her marriage is appropriate because she had no dowry or nobility, but she believes she was destined to be more than a clerk's wife.
We looked around the enormous maze of long dark hallways, to see a sign or anything to bring us out of this horror whilst we were recovering from our exhausting jog. We turned left continuously and was sure that we went through the same exact dull and grey spot a million times as if we were going in small circles. Whilst I was losing hope, I saw an aged grey gate with a bright green light blinding my eyes on the door. I instantaneously told the old man. Quietly he went rushing by me straight towards freedom but reaching the exit I felt as if It was going further
Guy De Maupassant’s The Necklace is a story about a woman whose life is not what she feels she deserves. Mathilde lives in an illusory world where objects, appearances, and associations have life-changing powers. “She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans.” Instead of being able to marry a man of class and wealth, she wed Monsieur Loisel.
The Necklace In “The Necklace” story by Guy de Maupassant. In this story, the main characters are Miss Mithelide who is not disagreeing with her position and Madame Forestier was wealthy of Miss Mithelide. And also we can see in the story, there has the things which can make a trouble in the whole story. That things are discontent, conflict, and dishonest. “Being discontent can bring you problems.”
I glanced at my watch. Twenty past ten. My eyes darted around the open space. I’d never felt so intimidated by a room before, by a shiny floor that glared up at me, by heels that clicked in an orderly fashion, by black cloaks that engulfed their temporary owners and dragged them into the persona of death eaters.
"You look kind of scared" Daniel replied. I ignored him. I felt a tension that hung in the atmosphere. There was a fizzing, crackling feel in the air around us as we pulled on the hemp ropes and our jackets rustled in the electric atmosphere. I looked deep into Daniel's eyes.