There are some places where no one goes. The secret emporium was like that.
Even though, there lay a chest full of jewellery that had gold and diamonds. Even though, the chocolate and the cakes in the window looked like they were begging to be eaten. Even though, there was a shelf filled with rare and exotic collectibles from different countries. Even though, you could smell crunchy crisps and chocolate brownies being baked.
But no one ever entered. The doorway was too heavy and too dark. It was as if the emporium to enter any cost and but no one ever did. No one until, John.
Chapter 1-Into the Emporium
John had always been nosy and wanted to see what is inside the emporium. His parents had often warned him that it could lead into a problem. One bright and dry afternoon, he was casually walking down mystery road when he noticed something strange about the emporium. After it being closed for a while, the door was wide open and without thinking about it, he stepped inside.
Everywhere he looked, it was packed with wonders and things that he wanted to touch. John gazed at a treasure chest filled with gems and jewellery, the glistening making the room bright up. In one side, there was a shelf holding a collection of old, chipped and broken masks which were painted with bright colours. On a counter, there was a plate with brownies oozing with chocolate and caramel waiting to be eaten. A towering cabinet filled with china tea sets, a group of rare and exotic items and parts of ancient artefacts that where around the Bronze Age. Near the corner, there stood a grandfather clock made out of wood and metal ticking as time passes by. Next to a door, there was a glass case that had an old and dingy doll that’s eye seemed to follow you as you walk through the hallway. There were several types of futuristic technology that could fly and light up when near. A brilliant throne made out of glistening gold and green emeralds sat in the middle of the room.
But what interested John most of all was an old leather bound book. He turned through the pages, the writing seemed to be changing colours and moving.
“I see you have found my book of wonders,” hissed a voice. John gasped as he turned around and quickly closed the book. He was the owner of the emporium and looked like he was at least 25. On his shoulder perched a red and blue parrot. It shook its head at him, disapprovingly.
Chapter 2- A Warning Disobeyed
“My name is Mr Griffin Bronze,” he exclaimed gazing at John until he looked down to the floor, nervously. “This is my Emporium do you like it?” John couldn’t think about anything to say so he slowly nodded his head. “Here is my book of wonders. You are free to look around my shop but do NOT touch or read the book.”
A few seconds later, Mr Griffin Bronze had disappeared with a swirl of his black and red suit, behind a curtain and John was alone. He realized that he had been standing still and was staring at the floor for 5 minutes. He had meant to continue looking round the shop but there was something about the book that called him. He longed to look inside the mysterious, leather book and see secrets it could hold. He glanced around the curtain and could just make out a long empty corridor which had what appeared to be at least a hundred doors. Where do they lead, he wondered?
Turning back, he opened the book. Each page contained a different idea of something amazing or something mysterious. There where drawings and notes about animals, cities, towns, mythical creatures, ancient artefacts, futuristic technology and more. In each place there were wonders beyond imagining. The next thing John Knew, There was a pen in his hand ad was drawing a valley filled with mythical beings that were told in a variety of stories, He also sketched a tall treehouse. “Follow me” squawked a parrot. John closed the book and without thinking, followed.
The parrot flew down the corridor until it came to one door that had been freshly painted. It stood on the floor, put it’s beak on one side and tapped on the door. John knew exactly what he was supposed to do.
He opened the door and entered. He stepped, not into a room, but into a valley. He paused and listened. It was quite still, except the sound of dragons peacefully fly. A cobblestone road appeared in front of John towards a treehouse. The strangest thing was that it all looked exactly as he drawn inside Mr Griffin’s book. Without concern John ran down the path whilst the door behind him slowly closed.