Tiny streams of dark silvery water slithered down the windows of the cathedral. Ethan used his sleeve to wipe away the rain and peered inside, his now damp jacket making his right arm shiver. A single chair stood in the centre of the empty hall and Ethan's heart started to race. This was it, he had finally found it.
As a child, Ethan's mother had told him stories of places and things that had seemed almost impossible; the Fountain of Youth, the Mountain of Gold, the River of Dreams. The thrill of adventure had always intrigued him, but his favourite story had always been the Chair of Desire. The story goes that when Adam and Eve had died, their children cut down the Tree of Knowledge and crafted a throne in their honour. The magical properties of the tree transferred into the chair and when sat upon, the chair would take you where you most desired to be. Explorers have sought the Chair of Desire for centuries in hopes of it taking them to hidden gold, riches, and success.
Ethan told his friends about the Chair of Desire, but they brushed him off. They told him it was a just child's bedtime story, they told him that the chair didn't really exist.
Their opinion didn’t matter though, the voices inside his head weren't really his friends.
He started hearing them when his mother died. …show more content…
Teachers and friends wanted to talk to him about it, but how could forcing him to dwell on a problem he could do nothing about help him? He was the kid whose mum died of cancer and suddenly everyone felt the need to care. He didn't need anyone to know the truth about how he really felt. That he was the reason they delayed the cancer treatment for so long until it was too late. Locked away in the darkness of his room he tried to sleep to get away, and that's when he heard it. Small, soft voices were singing to him like his mother used to when she was alive. He was