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Fictional Writings of Elleander Grey


  • The sky opened and breathed between the trees in the acres of land behind the main house. Several willow trees wisped in the open autumn air and cast cool shadows on a new, square and flat looking building to the boys' right as they advanced further from the house. Yellow and white dandelions streamed in all directions and the buds bounced off their shoes like a boxer's speed training ball. Dillon followed Elleander to the awning of the building. Large gray stones coarsely carved and gruelingly lifted formed the structure's entirety. The building was built long before Elleander's time. Dillon guessed it would have been a strange thing to build before the 20th century. More peculiar was the fact that their was a multitude of trees along the property, so many that it was difficult to find the sun and bright summer day, making it even more odd that this structure would use large innocuous bricks instead of lighter readily available planks of wood. Maybe Elleander's first descendants were masons and knew little of woodwork. The two stepped up the few stairs to the entrance wide enough to fit three horses through supported by an pointed arch. The hallway opened vertically upward into hexagonal vaulted arches that supported the heavy mass of stone above their head. As they proceeded ahead the roof disappeared and reappeared in carefully selected sections. Dillon felt as though he were stuck in a collier's tunnel, or an old stuffy medieval church being piped just enough outside air/life to keep him awake and alive. The place seemed to carry a low earthly humming sound with it even as their footsteps broke into echoes on the wall. Finally they advanced to the middle of the building and found themselves in the largest library Dillon had ever seen. The books themselves looked older than the stones that protected them. There must have been hundreds of thousands of them. The room was spherical and held little decoration except for old oil lanterns and indian rugs here and there. There was a single chair in the entire space, built of dark mahogany wood, and looked like it had been sat in and slept in for countless years. Elleander quickly turned to the left out of the library into a smaller squarish room. The roof was enclosed flatly and entirely except for one portion of the room in which there was a square opening. Dillon looked up and saw a small dark bar fastened from one end of the square opening to the other. Elleander spoke, “Look up.” But Dillon had already noted the strange opening, and in general the strange feeling the space gave him.
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