Gateway

'''OKAY, SO THIS IS THE ONLY FANFICTION I WILL ACTUALLY CONTINUE. AS FOR THE OTHER FANFICTIONS, I'M NOT QUITE SURE, I'LLhAVE TO SEE AFTER I FINISH THIS ONE. '''

'''THIS STORY TAKES PLACE CENTURIES AFTER SOPHIE FOSTER TOOK DOWN THE NEVERSEEN, AND DOES NOT FEATURE ANY CANON CHARACTER, ONLY MENTIONS THEM. SOME CHARACTERS ARE RELATED TO THE FOSTERS/VACKERS AND OTHER FAMILIES BECAUSE OF HERITAGE. '''

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Chapter 1
''' HE STOOD THERE, IN FRONT OF THE TALL METAL DOORS. '''Ice frosted over the doors he was looking at. His dark cold shadow was eminent in the light of the fire. He looked behind himself, to see a round room with an alter in the middle, fire burning on it.

The doors of the round room swung open and a lady with long wavy auburn hair and bronze eyes, a long dark blue dress on.

“You’re late,” he said with a grimace.

“I know,” she said in a soft voice. She strode over to him, and they shared a look. “So, it’s true. What’s in there.”

“Yes,” he said with a smile. “Imagine having it in our hands. We’d be the strongest beings in the world.”

“But remember, who created this vault,” she said with caution. “It must have all kinds of curses and enchantments on it. It’s nearly impossible to get into. Even for us.”

“Even opening the door to the chamber will be difficult,” he agreed. “But I know how we must do this.”

“Have you seen it? In a vision?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He nodded. “Only this person will be able to open the vault, and enter the chamber.”

“Are they like us?” she asked.

“No one is truly like us, sister,” he said. “You know that. But she is Elven.”

“An elf? You think we can trust one of them again?” she asked.

“This is our only chance,” he said. “Our only chance is a teenage Elven girl—Isabella Foster.”