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However, Laring was not tired. He sat in the kitchen pondering his predicament. He knew that he needed to contact The Other Teacher. But he absolutely hated her. Actually he despised her. He walked up and started pacing, his feet moving slowly, yet deliberately. His mind thinking fast. He hated what he had to do. He needed the Other Two, yet he was not sure if they were alive. And he needed The Last. Laring decided that he needed some alone time, to come down and think. He stepped out of the kitchen and walked down the hallway, making 2 turns. He passed through a door on his left and continued walking. Then he turned again and went through another door. He walked down a hall that ended in another door. He placed a key in a lock. He slowly turned the key, feeling the slight rust providing resistance. Laring twisted it and heard the lock click. The sound was soft and short, but Laring was trained to hear things like that.

He placed a hand on the doorknob, it felt cold. Suddenly he thought to place his hand on the door. The door was wooded, red oak. It felt warm under his touch. His hand slowly returned to the doorknob, fingers dragging on the wood. They clasped the handle and turned. There was a slight squeak. He pulled the door outwards. It was heavy. Laring looked into the room beyond. It was dark mostly, only lit by a large fire, roaring in the fireplace. The walls were lined with bookshelves and books. In the center of the room a comfortable chair sat, facing the fire. Next to it was a coffee table. On it was a book, with a bookmark midway through. Also, there was a mug that read The Mystic Elements. He had got this from a scribe in Arabia. Also, his laptop what on that desk, fully charged as always.

Laring walked to a shelf. This was his reference section. He needed to check his own personal notes. He looked for them under ‘L’. He found it. He opened them to the index. He searched ‘Abnormal Occurrences’. It was the first thing. He flipped to its pages. He read them. Nothing, he thought. He sat down on his chair. He carefully bound a new page into the book, at the end of the Abnormal Occurrences section. He then took out a pen and carefully began to write.

His strokes were fine, moving the pen across the paper smoothly. The scratching sound comforted him, and reminded him of the Seven Sacred Scribes of Abraham. That was a time when everything was balanced. Now everything was crumbling. The Sacred Elements were crumbling. Every step he took was a chance he needed to take.

Laring stood up and replaced the book on the shelf. He then walked over to a cupboard. Next to the handle was a small golden keyhole. From around his neck, Laring removed a necklace. On the end was a small, ornate golden key. He placed the key in the keyhole. It was a perfect fit. Laring knew that any key but that one would have instantly triple locked the door. He slowly twisted the key. When it was half way to the bottom, he stopped. He then walked over to the other side of the room, lifted a hidden panel to reveal a number pad. He typed in a code.

He walked back and twisted the key to the bottom. The door popped open. Inside was a single shelf. On it was a book and a key. Laring took out the key. He then slowly closed the door and locked it.

This new key was larger then the last. It was silver this time. Laring walked over to is bookshelf. He removed 3 books. Behind them was a blank wall. That didn’t sop Laring. He looked at the shelf itself. A keyhole, he thought. He slipped the sliver key into the hole. A perfect fit. He twisted this one till he heard a click. Not from the shelf, from across the room. He walked over to where he knew the click had come from. A small handle had popped out of the wall. He lifted it to unveil another panel. This time it showed what appeared to be a French keyboard. He typed in a password. The keyboard popped out on a hinge. Behind was a gold key. He pocketed this. He then returned and replaced all the keys and security measure. This small golden key was what he needed. It was his second most prized position. His most prized position was what the key would unlock. He walked out of the room, careful to lock the door behind him.

He walked down the hallways, and returned to the kitchen. He stepped over to The Door. He was about to do something he had decided never to do again. He was about to meet the White Teacher. And tell her about his Discovery

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However' date=' Laring was not tired. He sat in the kitchen pondering his predicament. He knew that he needed to contact The Other Teacher. But he absolutely hated her. Actually he despised her. He walked up and started pacing, his feet moving slowly, yet deliberately. His mind thinking fast. He hated what he had to do. He needed the Other Two, yet he was not sure if they were alive. And he needed The Last. Laring decided that he needed some alone time, to come down and think. He stepped out of the kitchen and walked down the hallway, making 2 turns. He passed through a door on his left and continued walking. Then he turned again and went through another door. He walked down a hall that ended in another door. He placed a key in a lock. He slowly turned the key, feeling the slight rust providing resistance. Laring twisted it and heard the lock click. The sound was soft and short, but Laring was trained to hear things like that.

He placed a hand on the doorknob, it felt cold. Suddenly he thought to place his hand on the door. The door was wooded, red oak. It felt warm under his touch. His hand slowly returned to the doorknob, fingers dragging on the wood. They clasped the handle and turned. There was a slight squeak. He pulled the door outwards. It was heavy. Laring looked into the room beyond. It was dark mostly, only lit by a large fire, roaring in the fireplace. The walls were lined with bookshelves and books. In the center of the room a comfortable chair sat, facing the fire. Next to it was a coffee table. On it was a book, with a bookmark midway through. Also, there was a mug that read The Mystic Elements. He had got this from a scribe in Arabia. Also, his laptop what on that desk, fully charged as always.

Laring walked to a shelf. This was his reference section. He needed to check his own personal notes. He looked for them under ‘L’. He found it. He opened them to the index. He searched ‘Abnormal Occurrences’. It was the first thing. He flipped to its pages. He read them. Nothing, he thought. He sat down on his chair. He carefully bound a new page into the book, at the end of the Abnormal Occurrences section. He then took out a pen and carefully began to write.

His strokes were fine, moving the pen across the paper smoothly. The scratching sound comforted him, and reminded him of the Seven Sacred Scribes of Abraham. That was a time when everything was balanced. Now everything was crumbling. The Sacred Elements were crumbling. Every step he took was a chance he needed to take.

Laring stood up and replaced the book on the shelf. He then walked over to a cupboard. Next to the handle was a small golden keyhole. From around his neck, Laring removed a necklace. On the end was a small, ornate golden key. He placed the key in the keyhole. It was a perfect fit. Laring knew that any key but that one would have instantly triple locked the door. He slowly twisted the key. When it was half way to the bottom, he stopped. He then walked over to the other side of the room, lifted a hidden panel to reveal a number pad. He typed in a code.

He walked back and twisted the key to the bottom. The door popped open. Inside was a single shelf. On it was a book and a key. Laring took out the key. He then slowly closed the door and locked it.

This new key was larger then the last. It was silver this time. Laring walked over to is bookshelf. He removed 3 books. Behind them was a blank wall. That didn’t sop Laring. He looked at the shelf itself. A keyhole, he thought. He slipped the sliver key into the hole. A perfect fit. He twisted this one till he heard a click. Not from the shelf, from across the room. He walked over to where he knew the click had come from. A small handle had popped out of the wall. He lifted it to unveil another panel. This time it showed what appeared to be a French keyboard. He typed in a password. The keyboard popped out on a hinge. Behind was a gold key. He pocketed this. He then returned and replaced all the keys and security measure. This small golden key was what he needed. It was his second most prized position. His most prized position was what the key would unlock. He walked out of the room, careful to lock the door behind him.

He walked down the hallways, and returned to the kitchen. He stepped over to The Door. He was about to do something he had decided never to do again. He was about to meet the White Teacher. And tell her about his Discovery

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i like it, but i like anything that's not a historical fiction about the old west. or a romance novel, those suck a**.

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