Cities Of Gold Writing

​Opening The Door To The City Of Gold I

He slowly walked up the light blue concrete stairs. It felt like there were endless stairs. As Esteban walked up the stairs, his hands were slightly shaking. As he scrunched his hands up, he thought to himself ‘shall I do this?’
Esteban took his medallion off and stopped to take a breath. ‘This is it,’ he thought. Esteban looked at it one last time. It felt heavy and it was detailed, carved with ancient symbols.
“Come on Zia,” Esteban whispered with excitement.
“Let’s do this,” Zia said in a calm voice.
“What do you think will be behind the door?” said Zia with excitement.
“The city of gold of course,” Esteban replied.
Esteban and Zia put their medallions into the door. As they did, the door started to glow. The bottom of the door was pink and as they both stepped back, the middle of the door turned gold. Esteban’s eyes twitched as the door opened. It was like he was paralysed. It was like Esteban was in a dream. The doors finally opened.
At first it looked as if a swarm of wasps was going past. As they looked again, the city of gold was revealed.
“Oh, how beautiful,” Zia exclaimed.
“The city of gold! It’s actually real!” replied Esteban.
“My father was right. It’s still here,” exclaimed the priest.
 
By Annie-May

​Opening The Door To The City Of Gold II