Chapter 2

“I see you’ve found the book of mystery. Any event of -” “But your not supposed to know that just. Don’t touch it!” “By the way the names Kyle and pleasures mine!” The wrinkly man explained. He disappeared into a purple coloured door. Layla who was always a disobedient child, opened the book to read fantasy futuristic and monuments all hidden in this book but (there is always a catch) the doors were colourised -the exact same colours as the doors in the emporium- and she edited something and there it was, a newly coloured door paint dripping and the owl standing there pointing its head at the door Layla knew. She walked in the beautiful door, covered in flower heads, and she opened it and nothing. There was nothing behind she wrote in a rain forest luscious and green and there it was a rain forest, luscious and a beautiful green. She wrote more and more and it appeared a cosy cottage a campfire small enough for there not to be a hazard and then she messed up.  She’d torn out the page then POOF it all disappeared. Including the door Kyle went down “Uh oh.” that’s all she could murmur.