The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

It was almost amusing. Glyn stepped through the door and found himself in the middle of the World Walkers’ Council building. Breathing deeply he looked around, hoping that no one had noticed him appear from nowhere, because no one apart from a demon would be able to see the door. When he was certain he was safe he turned to walk back through it. There were people he needed to warn, so the message could be passed on to as many demons as possible. It wasn’t until he’d walked through the space the door had been that he realised it wasn’t there any longer.

A part of him was terrified. Demons avoided the Council, so standing in the middle of the building they worked and lived in was… Glyn never thought he’d see it, unless he was arrested, and he wasn’t planning on ever getting arrested. That was when the other part of him took over. Curiosity had always been one of his weaknesses, so he began walking through the building he’d found himself in, even though he knew it probably wasn’t safe. All it took was one person to realise he shouldn’t be there.

There had been a time when Glyn had thought about joining the walkers. He knew it was the best way to hide what he was, but at the same time he knew that there had been demons before who’d tried and it hadn’t gone well. Knowing he might end up in one of the Council’s prisons was enough to convince him that he was better off being careful, instead of trying to pretend he was something he wasn’t, but being careful sometimes wasn’t enough when it came to the natural doors.

Glyn did his best to look like he was meant to be there. Usually that was enough to convince someone you were meant to be there. Hopefully the fake tattoos he was wearing would help. A couple of the rooms he passed were rooms he wanted to explore, but he knew that was too dangerous, and then he passed the library. Stories were told of the books that could be found within the Council’s libraries. He glanced into the room. No one was in there, so he made a decision he knew would change his life. He stepped into the library, his mind focused entirely on the books he might find and hoped he’d be able to smuggle out of the building.

The library was larger on the inside than it had looked from the hallway. Glyn stopped, looked around for less than a second because he knew someone could walk in at any moment, and then started walking towards one of the bookcases. All he could do was keep looking like he was a walker, he was meant to be in the library, grab a book and get out as quickly as possible. Once he’d done that he had to find the entrance, which was probably not going to be an easy thing to do. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, and wondered why he’d been unlucky enough to find a one way door that took him to the Council.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.