The keeper of the keys of time had watched over the dominion longer than time itself. He walked the lands at night time, checking each door.
What’s behind these doorways, you ask? Needs hung quietly on hooks. Hope crawling like ivy round doorframes. And paths by no means taken.
Issues had been normally as they had been meant to be.
However one night time, a Mischief stole by way of the dominion, opening doorways that ought to have stayed closed. Guarantees stored had been all of the sudden damaged. Goals solely dreamed in silence. And longing stuffed the air.
The keeper did what any good guardian would do. He trudged to the highest of the tower with the one key that might set issues proper. The one key that had by no means been used, for though it contained nice energy, it additionally carried grave hazard. With outdated, gnarled arms, he positioned the traditional silver key into the clock and twisted.
The whole lot screeched to a halt.
Goals stopped melting by way of doorways and rekindled recollections stopped falling in love. With time frozen, the keeper started sweeping recollections again beneath rugs and catching golden guarantees beneath locks formed like birdcages.
Till lastly, all had been righted.
As soon as extra, he returned to the tower to launch the winds of time. However the Mischief had gotten there first. All that remained of the wrestle to restart the clock was half the important thing caught within the keyhole.
The opposite piece, intricately designed however now ineffective, lay at its ft.
