"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
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
An opening at the top of the cavern, and a ship at the edge of the room just small enough to fit in the hole at the top of the cavern. I was walking toward the ship when I heard voices echoing through the cavern. Realizing that they were closing in I hastily jumped over the edge and threw a sword back at the pathway holding on to the handle of the sword, once my feet hit the underside of the pathway, I dispersed the sword and crouched down waiting for the voices to come closer. As they entered the cavern their footsteps echoed throughout its walls. Looking to the side another pair of glowing crimson eyes met mine and my heart skipped.
“a steep flight of steps leading down to a black gap like the mouth of
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
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.
“Look at this!’’ one of the guards said. The rest of us came over and saw what he was looking at. It was a small gold figure of a man, with emeralds on the chest plate. As the guard walked toward it, a second guard
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.
It creaked as he pushed it open with one hand. Bahauddin crawled out of the shaft and into the new room. If he remembered correctly, he was in the panic room of the palace, underneath the dungeons. It was spacious, musty, and devoid of people. The only light source was a single oil lamp on the stone floor.
Informative Essay on the Necklace. In "The Necklace ", Guy de Maupassant portrays the Theme, "Things can go very wrong when you want more of something", through the use of story elements like the climax and resolution. First and Foremost, the author uses the climax in 'The Necklace' to portray the theme. The Climax of 'The Necklace' is when Mathilda lost the necklace.
We stared in mute amazement as ostentatious lightning, the colour of burnished gold, burst in white-bright flashes flaming against the crenellated ridge. Thunder, colliding in sheets of monstrous sound, rattled the air and practically deafened us. We just sat, timorous almost to the point of death. The wind rose to a shrieking, venomous pitch in its furious battle with mountain. The air stank of scorched stone ... ...
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.
But both times, they slipped into another room or moved into a separate hall. When I thought my thumping heart couldn’t take any more, Marisol led us to a small corridor separated from the rest of the castle by a plain brown door. “The servant’s hall,” Marisol said, shutting the door and leaning against it with a sigh. “All we have to do is take those stairs,”—she pointed to a narrow staircase—“and it’ll take us to the hall leading to the battlements.” “Good,” I said, fighting down my panic.
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.”
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.