The air was stagnant, stifling, drops of condensation began to form, beading like small drops of rain. Lyvinnia was hot, tired, her muscles ached from the past three days of relentless abuse she had recieved from her mother when the door unlocked and swang ajar, Lyvinnia had been granted her five hours of freedom.
Crawling to the now open door, Lyvinnia peeked out of the small gap and as expected, unless she was there to torture the small girl, Her mother was nowhere in sight.
Crawling out into the large room and across the floor Lyvinnia looked for the magical gate that her mother would sometimes leave for her so she could get to the temple. There would be no visit with the healer today. Crawling over to the large fire place, Lyvinnia sat on the ostentacious carpet, content simply to enjoy her time out of the cupboard.
Closing her eyes she laid back, taking the room in, its assortment of shapes, colours and sounds, as would any six week old baby, When the walls in the room began to flicker an irridescent blue. Lyvinnia was in awe, the colours swirled and came together in a variation of different hues and shades, melting in to one another, she seemed drawn to it yet feared to explore it, she had never seen anything so wonderful, felt anything so calm, yet melovent, was she dreaming?
The specticle was more then her curiosity could withstand and before she knew it the small girl was crawling toward the tear in the fabric that seemed to form into creation the closer she got to it, within moments, Lyvinnia had entered a whole new realm.
