The+Journey+Part+3+(zennia)

=The handle felt cold and damp in my hand. It gave a nervous tug but it seemed to be unable to move. I splashed my way through the puddles to position myself a little closer to the unwilling iron ring. Surely i could get a better grip this way. With a deep breath, I lunged downwards putting all my weight into the thrust. An echoing rasp filled the cavern as the rusty iron gave up its struggle and the huge slabs of wood began to creak and flex ominously. I hurled myself backwards and for just an instant time froze before a huge and freezing cold wave of indoor tsunami broke its way out of the cracked door.= = = =click here to continue your journey=