The Shadow dashed again, Harold tried to find another door. He spotted the other door in the distance. It was revealed on the top of the enormous cave. He had no other choice.

Time drifted. Harold began to climb. He had always remembered when he and Isaac had been awarded for first place in the climbing center. He had never failed and Harold was confident to make it. Climbing, he reached the top, slipped, then recovered. Scars, bruises and cuts covered his legs and feet, bleeding. Harold had made it. He launched into the emporium.

Feeling guilty, Harold tiptoed across the creacy floorboards trying his hardest not to be heard. Mr Spark starred deep into his eyes. “Ah I see that you have back to me and my emporium”. Did you find your property. Harold let out a dark sigh as Mr Spark beckoned her.

“The strange thing is,” Mr Spark explained, you can visit my many wonders but the past can not be rewinded, so we do knot always expect you to find what you look for. He put down his strange belonging and swung open the. “Come another week” he shouted. “Ok then, goodbye” He sniffed crying with disappointment.

Harold stepped out into the street, looked behind then saw nothing. The emporium was gone like it had never even existed in the first place. He shuddered. It had disappeared.

Oblivious, Harold could hear something behind him. It fluttered and a pigeon sat on the edge of a tree. It had all the time in the world.

The Shadow dashed again, Harold tried to find another door. He spotted the other door in the distance. It was revealed on the top of the enormous cave. He had no other choice.

Time drifted. Harold began to climb. He had always remembered when he and Isaac had been awarded for first place in the climbing center. He had never failed and Harold was confident to make it. Climbing, he reached the top, slipped, then recovered. Scars, bruises and cuts covered his legs and feet, bleeding. Harold had made it. He launched into the emporium.

Feeling guilty, Harold tiptoed across the creacy floorboards trying his hardest not to be heard. Mr Spark starred deep into his eyes. “Ah I see that you have back to me and my emporium”. Did you find your property. Harold let out a dark sigh as Mr Spark beckoned her.

“The strange thing is,” Mr Spark explained, you can visit my many wonders but the past can not be rewinded, so we do knot always expect you to find what you look for. He put down his strange belonging and swung open the. “Come another week” he shouted. “Ok then, goodbye” He sniffed crying with disappointment.

Harold stepped out into the street, looked behind then saw nothing. The emporium was gone like it had never even existed in the first place. He shuddered. It had disappeared.

Oblivious, Harold could hear something behind him. It fluttered and a pigeon sat on the edge of a tree. It had all the time in the world.