Chapter One: The first step of a thousand mile journey
#1 of Threads of Destiny
In which our journey begins from behind aimee's eyes.
Threads of Destiny
chapter 1 : The first step of a thousand mile journey
(Aimee) "Are we there yet?" Cameron asked while chuckling from the passenger seat of Aimee's midnight blue suv.
"No," she sighed. "I told you the last couple of times. Squall city is not Los Angeles. If you didn't want to come..."
"No, no, no...of course I wanted to come with you. I just can't stand the waiting. We've been sitting in this vehicle nonstop since we left. Minus the bathroom breaks of course. The last one was like two hours ago! Please!, tell me we're close at least." He ranted with a smile on his face.
Aimee could tell that her friend was indeed frustrated and tired of sitting still, but also knew he was exaggerating the point 'just for show'. Cameron had a tendency to be a drama queen/king. "It's actually not that much longer. We're entering the outskirts of Squall now." Aimee said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Your just making that up." Cameron complained. He was looking even more fidgety when he saw cliffs up ahead.
"Really Cameron? You lack such little faith." Aimee said teasingly. The formation of what looked like buildings and city lights appeared on the horizon. The ocean glittered and stretched beyond the cliffs that walled the city on two sides. To the east of the city, and immense forest stretched. It was toward this forest that the friends traveled.
"Was the forest this creepy the last time we came through?" Cameron asked as he gazed out at the mist and fog curling through the trees.
"you've asked that three times thus far. Not surprisingly, my answer hasn't changed." Aimee said dryly. "My mothers like their privacy." Although she said that, she had to admit that something seemed off about the shadows between the trees.
"Your memory never ceases to amaze me. You have one weird mind." Cameron replied while pointing to his head.
"Look who's talking." Aimee countered. "Ah, finally. We're here." The blue suv pulled up in front of a large stone wall with a large iron gate. There was no other house on this road, and it just happened to be on the left.
"Hey, you know you live in the last house on the left?" Cameron stated obviously.
"Ugh...and that would be the fifth time you have said that." The girl beside him said with her head in her hands. "Lets just get inside. I'm craving a shower so bad right now."
"Hmm, I could go for one too. You mind if I join you? Cameron asked very seriously after he had clambered out of the vehicle.
"Only if you want to get shaved all over." Aimee smirked while getting out to join him.
"Uh, yeah. This is a huge wall. We should get inside like you suggested earlier." Cameron balked. His attempt to change the conversation didn't go unnoticed.
"You know you're cute when your scared. Shesh, mention loss of pubic hair and I think you would have ran back to the car." Aimee said while laughing merrily.
Cameron didn't deign to give a response. He just scuffed his feet while giving Aimee an evil look. The two walked a few feet along the stone wall until they came to the iron gate. A giant triquetra was formed from the curling bars of what looked like Celtic knot-work.
"Cool!" Cameron exclaimed as he rubbed his hand over the intricate swirls and patterns.
Aimee smiled at him while looking for a handle or keyhole. "How does it open?"
"Eh? It's your hou-" Cameron started to say before he was interrupted by the sound of a man.
"State your name to enter the door of fate." The voice intoned.
"Automated doors! Your family is so awesome!" Cameron whispered gleefully.
Aimee gave Cameron a puzzled look for a moment, cleared her throat, and stepped forward. "Aimee Jessica Aurora! and Cameron!"
"You may enter, ye who are chosen." The disembodied male voice replied.
The Iron gates split open creakily and began slowly opening when something black and swishy caught Aimee's eye from further down the road.
"Cam! There's something over there behind us!" She whispered loudly. Standing about ten feet away and getting closer was an old woman in a hooded cloak.
Only her lower mouth, nose, and hands could be seen. "You need to leave this place at once!" The woman rasped. "You are in grave danger."