My Story Part 2

The man exits on the other side of the door in a beautiful room, gold and silver covered the walls and roof, the door sinks back into the ground behind him as two young looking people ran up to help the man.

“Faust? Master Faust!” The young guard runs up to the man “Lucy stop standing around like an idiot and get some doctors here, it’s obvious he’s been hurt!”

“I’m s-sorry!” Lucy runs off down the room leaves through a pair of big golden doors.

The young man lets out a sigh and pulls out a canister filled with water, which he offers Faust, who quickly snatches it and drains ever last drop.

“Thank you Gray, I need that more than anything is Mira in?” Faust asks “I have an urgent report to make.”

“I’ve not seen her today but I should have been informed if she has left, so she must be around” He answers with some nervousness in his voice as apart from Mira he was the only other person who knew the nature of Faust’s mission. “Where is that girl, every second she wastes hinders your recovery” Gray’s temper now starts to rise.

Faust notices this and puts and arm on Gray’s shoulders.

“Clam down, this girl Lucy? Well she’s new, I’m old and am growing weak, and soon you’ll take my spot and lead everyone but for now bear with it.” Faust says as he puts a bright smile onto his face.

This made him look a lot younger than he does his once bright green eyes were now a dull pale green. Gray notices the change and almost lets out tears just as he hears footsteps; he quickly regains his composure and turns around to see three medics enter with medical equipment and a stretcher.

“Faust is badly injured, take him to a medical room and give him the best care you can!” Gray shouts these orders as the Medics gently lay Faust onto the stretcher and carry him off.

Gray stands there staring into the distance thinking about where Mira could be, Lucy feels the growing nervousness and goes to ask what’s wrong but stops and then runs off after Faust in case the medics need additional help. Gray bites his thumb then lets out a sigh and walks out of a small silver door.

My Story

This is just apart of my story I'm trying to write I probably won't be finished any time soon either, I'm note the best story write but hope you enjoy this first part!

A scorching sun beats down on a yellow desert baking the sand; no life should be able to survive in this unbearable heat but a man walks across the desert. He looks in his mid thirties with short hazel hair, his skin and mouth are both quite dry, he holds some type of spear in both hands using it to keep his balance his eyes were almost closed but you could make out they were a beautiful bright green. The man is wearing a ripped black cloak his chest bare and some black baggy trousers. He lifts his head and uses his hands to protect his eyes from the sun as he scans he horizon but sees nothing.

“Here should be fine” he mutters to himself as he reaches into his trousers and pulls out a scroll.

He unties it and spreads it along the sand; he places his spear on the ground and puts both hands onto the scroll muttering a spell in an unknown language. He ties the scroll up and places it back into his trousers, picks up his spear and waits in silence, after waiting about ten seconds the ground around him starts to shake and a door appears in front of him, he seems unshaken by this and has probably done it several times in the past, he takes a last glance around to make sure no one has seen what he has done and then enters the door.