The Beginning Of The Beyond

The trees had stood beside the trail, branching off into mid air- touching the walls of the manor. I had looked up. No one was found. I looked up curiously up at my mentor, and family member who had taken me away to train. I had been born in this world, taught to live as a being. Villages had been built, houses have been stored, and as I child I had a boundless and endless bright imagination.

" I have an odd feeling," I hesitated. Something had been caught in my throat. Definitely nothing in form, verbally I had been self-conscious. I never knew how to describe feeling; even until today I had not. I felt as if some had never understood me. I had often felt different.

My mentor chuffed as he looked down as the windows of the large house shook. The wind had bounded against the walls and cracks of the house; the faded paint was working off. He chuckled a bit, and breathing outwardly; his eyes keen, despite them being worn.

"Child, feeling is important. Keep that feeling, remember the feeling, as soon in time the feeling will soon make sense, and soon you will know. Time will progress, and soon will you." My mentor leaned against his cane, and grasped his wooden prayer beads. He was the closest person who I felt open to, but not as openly as someone else I will soon then encounter. I nodded, to portray my complete coherence.

This feeling I had felt, was something interesting. It was eagerness. It was longing. It was curiosity. I couldn't place the feeling. Words weren't able to describe the senses I was having. My mentor and I were taking a walk down the trail, until it had lead us here. And then I had thought of asking him what this house really was.

He wasn't quite sure. The house was colossal; and it looked important for  reasons that were unclear. Although he wasn't sure of what it really was, at first he hesitated, and then he en devoured himself to guess.

"Perhaps someone lives here. You are feeling someone through these walls. Legends have been once told to me that spirits of some sort lives in a separate dimension than ours on the other side. Of course it is best for us not to let our curiosity overtake us, and we should insist on not going inside." He had explained this; I still listened, although there was a part of me that decided to ignore the meaning of what he had said. I looked down at my feet, and he ordered us to walk back. As a child I had no choice but to listen.