Cathedral

Whispers echoed through the ancient cathedral, ghosts of ages past and promises of the future.

Amara ran her fingers over the worn stonework and gazed up in wonder at the impossibly high ceilings, they defied gravity. The pews were of dark stained and scarred wood, the cushions were threadbare and deteriorating.

Amara jumped ever so slightly when the bells tolled out the hours, it was twilight. Nervous, Amara backed up, she had no idea that anyone was here, it had looked abandoned from the front.

Stepping back Amara let out a small scream as she stepped out onto nothing. Wide eyed, Amara pinwheeled her arms, trying to regain her balance when a hand came out of no where and grabbed her wrist.

Amara felt herself pulled forward, away from the gaping darkness below her; into a solid chest.

Gasping she had wrapped her arms around the person before her, trying to steady herself. When she had control over herself she looked up, and into the most piercing green eyes she had ever seen. The smile matched the twinkle of amusement in the handsome face before her.

"That was a close one," the stranger said, pulling Amara away from the stairs.