With the two witches in tow and the mother and daughter deeply shaken by this expedition following him like fishes. They were about to bite him and tear him to pieces.
Golmak closed his eyes and focused on the map in his head.
The door was supposed to be here.
The door to reach the kingdom of Birannors.
Limie was deep in fear.
Loimie was managing.
The two witches from Jupiter moon were also not sure of what next.
Slowly, as he kept swirling around a place he thought the door should be,trying to locate anything that could seem like a door.
As he swirled more and more kicking off the sand, he noticed a rusted handle somewhere peeping out of the sand.
The handle which barely seemed like a handle instead, resembled a thick rope that had thickened with sand and mud deposit on it.
But he had to take his chances.
To the world, people knew he was old, almost 75 but then he alone knew it was his disguise.
He was not more than 50 and why he said he was 75 was another story.
But just as he popped out a torch from his bag, a notebook like flat small diary fell off from his pocket wrapped in cheap plastic cover.
Limie went to pick it up since by now she too knew she was not looking at someone she thought she was traveling with.
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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