Dawn of the Iconoclast: A darkened Journey (10)
Traian moved through the woods. The terrain changing from wooded, grassy hills, to rocky slopes. Traian new what he was doing, but could not help feeling a little nervous. Scared even. Then before him arose a large rock face. The red of iron and black of coal could be seen intermingled with the granite and soapstone. Before him, set deep into the rock face was a door of steel and oak. He strided forth and knocked seven times. The door opened, and Traian stepped in. A gray-bearded man looked at Traian and said.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Replied Traian
With this a hood was placed on his head and he began to walk. The old man guided him through a series of tunnels running through the rock.
The tunnels were smooth. the walls were flawless. Soon they stopped and the hood was removed. Traian found himself standing alone in the center of a octagonal room. Torches burned in each of the corners.
Then slowly from each of these corners figures in monk robes walked toward him.