A Door to the Past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
What’s done is done. What’s gone is gone. One of life’s lesson is always moving on. It’s okay to look back and think of fond memories, but keep moving forward.

Submitted: July 02, 2014

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A Door to the Past

My eyes opened and I found myself standing in front of a door. This door, however, was far from normal. The door was constantly changing size and shape, one second the door of a cathedral and the next a steel barred door. My attention was drawn away from the strange door as I noticed the man standing beside it. The man was wearing a grey cowled cloak that cast half their face in shadows. The cloak covered him from head to toe revealing nothing to an observer.

Their lips moved to form a question, “What do you seek, Traveller?” The sound of their voice was startling in the seemingly infinite silence of this place. I looked around trying to figure out where I was. All around me was a white landscape, spots of colours faded in and out of existence. There seemed to be nothing but the three of us: the door, the man, and myself.

“Wh-Where am I? Who are you?” I asked. The last thing I could remember is falling asleep in my bed. I was clueless as to how I had ended up in this place.

The man seemed confused for a second, then realization seemed to dawn on him. “So you are not a Traveller.” Apparently pondering to himself the man muttered, “Hmm, it has been many days since a Wanderer has appeared, I wonder how this one will turn out.” Addressing me directly again, he said, “I am called the Gatekeeper, what is known as an ‘usher’ these days. So, Wanderer, when do you wish to go?”

“Go... where?” I asked in confusion. The man seemed to be talking with some sort of code words. All this talk of wanderers and travellers left me wondering what he meant. “What’s behind that door?”

“What lies beyond this door is memories. This is a Door to the Past, everything that has ever happened since the beginning of the Universe is here. All the events from the creation of the Universe until the previous second is and has been recorded.” The Gatekeeper stated.

He raised his head and looked me in the eyes for the first time. His eyes like the door constantly changed. The eyes went through all the normal eye colours and stranger ones: brown, blue, green, gold, gray, violet, red, the list goes on and on. “It is an entrance,” he announced. “One of many that enables mankinds Travellers or Wanderers, to venture into the past, to see things as they once were.”

The past, a place that I didn’t like visiting often. In everyone’s past, there are things that they wish had not happened, for me this is especially true. If that door truly leads to the past, this is an opportunity I can’t pass up, a chance to make things right. “So you’re saying that this door, right here, leads to my past?”

The Gatekeeper nodded in confirmation. “Any point in the past. All you have to do is think of that time, focus and picture it in your head.”

I racked my brain trying to think of something I’d like to change, something that I wish would end differently. It didn’t take long to decide on the event. I looked up at the Gatekeeper and the door. I saw the Gatekeeper’s eyes settle on grey and the door became a plain white wood door, the one found in most houses.

“I see you’ve chosen your time,” the Gatekeeper said as he reached over pulling open the door. Scenes from the past flashed by the doorway. I saw myself eating dinner yesterday, that party with my friends a couple months ago, my last birthday. The days flashed by in seconds, weeks in minutes, months in hours, years in days--suddenly the images stopped and I saw the scene I remembered so well. Through the doorway I saw the sun as it began to make it’s way towards the horizon, I saw us standing together, I saw my past self open their lips as my present self mouthed the words I remember saying. I felt myself being drawn towards the doorway and the image within, but I hesitated.

“Is this real? I mean, it feels so long ago…”

The Gatekeeper nodded saying, “This is real and it was a long time ago, this is your past after all, Wanderer.”

I looked at the Gatekeeper doubtfully, “So I could just walk through this door and go into my past, I could change it?” I looked at the Gatekeeper expectantly waiting for his answer.

The Gatekeeper nodded reluctantly, “Once you step through this door you will take your place in this memory. You will be able to change anything you want, or simply relive the moment.” I immediately began to advance towards the door when I was stopped by his raised hand. “Be warned Wanderer, the Past is a dangerous place.” the Gatekeeper’s eyes seemed to bore into me. For the first time since I had seen him I noticed how tired he looked, as though he had been guarding these gates since the beginning of time itself. Sadness seemed to lurk in his gaze as he stared into my eyes. “These memories and the ability to visit them become addictive. Many have become so lost in their memories, trying to change their past, that they can no longer leave their past behind.” The sadness in his eyes crept into his voice. “Those who become so obsessed with the past that they can’t leave are left to Linger. So I warn you again Wanderer, the Past is dangerous and changing it even more so. Be careful not to Linger.”

As the Gatekeeper lowered his hand, I resumed my advance towards the door. A chance that I never thought I would have, a second try. Yet, as I was halfway through the doorframe something made me hesitate. I saw things through the eyes of my past and present self at the same time. Instead of stepping through I stood there, just watching. The way the Gatekeeper spoke of the Past made it sound as though going into it was a death sentence.

I heard the Gatekeeper’s voice come from over my shoulder, “Wanderer, is this not the time you wanted? Why do you not enter?” I glanced over my shoulder at the Gatekeeper and his confused expression, then back at the past.

I stepped back from the door, my eyes still glued to the scene inside, “Thank you for showing me this, but I’ll leave the past as is."

The Gatekeeper for the first time since I had seen him, smiled, “You are wise, Wanderer. Few can resist the temptation to change the past. It is good to remember, but do not Linger on past mistakes and things you wish you could have fixed.” There seemed however to be something bothering him, “If I may ask, why did you choose to leave the past as it is, you clearly had something you wished to change.”

I took one last look at the doorway before motioning for the Gatekeeper to close it, “There’s a saying I heard once,” I told the Gatekeeper as he reached over to close the door. “What’s done is done. What’s gone is gone. One of life’s lesson is always moving on. It’s okay to look back and think of fond memories, but keep moving forward.”

The Gatekeeper seemed to ponder these words for a moment. “These are words of wisdom, and a good warning for those wishing to tamper with the past.” The Gatekeeper waved his hand over the door causing it and his eyes to begin changing again. “Those words would be a good reminder to the Travellers and Wanderers who visit, so they are not tempted to Linger.”

The Gatekeeper closed his eyes tilting his head back and raising his hands. I looked in shock as the Gatekeeper’s hood fell back revealing that those tired and sad eyes, belonged to what appeared to be a, brown haired young man. He smiled at me again as he and the door began to glow. Letters began to trace their way across the door in intricate cursive as the light grew brighter and brighter. Finally the light became too bright and I was forced to shield my eyes.

My eyes opened and I found myself lying down in my bed. As I was getting ready for the long day ahead, I thought of what I had seen in that strange dream. As I went to open the front door of my house I could almost see the Gatekeeper standing there, watching me, a smile on his face. Leaving my house that morning I thought of the last thing I had seen before I woke up. The blinding light, the Gatekeeper’s glowing form and the words that had appeared on the door. Suddenly my past didn’t seem so bad, after all I wouldn’t be the same person I am right now if it wasn’t for my past. As I closed the door behind me, I made a promise to myself, from now on I would just keep moving forward.

 

What’s done is done. What’s gone is gone. One of life’s lesson is always moving on. It’s okay to look back and think of fond memories, but keep moving forward.


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