They discovered their true power
They opened the door and walked in to a musty old room, that looked
like nobody had been in there for years.The ragged wall paper on the
walls looked as if it might once have been white, but over the years
it had become dirty and was now dark brown, nearly black, and comming
off in places.Thick, tattered, dusty and mold covered old velvet
curtains blocked out all the light from the windows.They were a dark
blood red, and, if they had been pulled back, they would have been
held back with thick gold rope, with large gold tasles.The carpet was
a dark blood red too, but covered in a thick layer of dust.On the left
side of the room, a large old oak tabble stood, with two chairs pushed
in neatly, ready and waiting for someone to come and sit down.A large
leather bound book, a feather, and a pot of ink were the only objects
on the table.A stand for the book, like in an orchestra, stood in
front of the windows, and on the right side of the room, above an old
leather couch, hung a painting of a pretty girl, in a gold frame.A
little sign underneath the painting said "Sarah Winston,
1986."
