Fabians Journey

There was only one rule: don’t open the door. But Fabian figured that meant there was something of value behind the hidden door. His parents told him the stories when he was younger and when he had the chance to leave his small village he took it. After traversing the beautiful valleys and mountains for a few weeks he found himself starting a fire next to a cliff face. The flames licked the frozen air and Fabian warmed himself next to them. The wind blew hard and a screech filled the silence. He turned to try and place the sound among the trees that enveloped him, but it wasn't until a harder gust caused the sound again that he got up to investigate. Behind a thicket of branches was something metal and Fabian’s anticipation grew as he hurriedly broke branches to get a better view of the metal contraption. “A door!” Fabian stepped back and gazed at the monstrosity of a door. It was covered in rust and locks. He ran to retrieve some tools and started picking the locks. After the last mechanism clicked he stood back and took in the object of his fantasies since he was a child. To him the contents behind this door were untold riches, stolen by the knights who built it. His anticipation grew more and he couldn't wait another second. As he approached the door there came a growl, then a roar, the door rocketed towards Fabian who barely dodged the massive slab. Out stepped an emaciated creature Fabian couldn't identify. With a massive, short haired body, stabilized by four large legs, the creature marched forward. Fabian stared into the creature's hungry yellow eyes, the treasure beyond was all in his mind. He would have little time to regret his decision.