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@beth20 @anne_the_noob14

Here you are. Sorry it took so long, I’ve been away from home most of the day.

Luke is 13, has somewhat unruly brown hair, and is a complete introvert. He’s from my current fantasy/medieval WIP. While he can be courageous at times, he’s often very hesitant and cautious. As of the end of my book, which is when I’ll bring him in here, he wears kingly robes and clothes (he’s a king).

Stray beams of light found their way through the window and into Luke’s room. He began to shake the drowsiness clinging from his sleep, looking around his room. Something seems off. He got out of his four-poster bed, glanced at his two massive bookshelves, and sauntered towards the door. Gripping the handle, he stopped. Something is definitely wrong. I can feel it.

For one thing – and Luke wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed this before – the door was blue. A strange feeling hung in the air, almost like…almost like I’m in another world. He stepped back and drew his sword, Tir Finit, from its ornate sheath, and held it out with one hand. Reluctantly, carefully, he pushed the door open.

What greeted him was certainly otherworldly. A perfectly round map on a perfectly round table sat in the middle of a perfectly round room. Many doors of other colors, some even several colors, branched off the hall. Luke held Tir Finit out farther and inched towards the map.

It seemed to be a very ancient map, marking places he had never seen before. It also seemed to be a very different kind of map from any he had ever observed, and Luke couldn’t quite make sense of it. Suddenly, a voice from behind made him jolt and spin around, now gripping the sword with both hands.

(that’s the cue for someone to reply)

One more thing, while I described the main room as a circular hub, I couldn’t quite tell from the description if it was one room where all the doors came together, or a long hallway. If anyone made more sense of the description than I did, that would be nice.