porkyandthemob

Seen from above, the cathedral was a cross shape. The top of the cross was arched, forming the apse. The roof was tiled in blue and green. It was over 100 meters long and the highest point was well over 120 meters high. There were two arches per story in each tower. Within every arch there were two long, stained-glass windows. Beautiful cornices with minute detail divided each story. The rain continued to pour down, deluging the streets and ally ways. David looked around and cursed. He pushed the heavy, iron latch on the door and crept inside. It was dark, and quiet. He was in a small room with a low ceiling; the foyer. Wood panels made up the walls; in front of him were more doors. These had extensive decoration on them: beautiful hand-carved ornaments – flowers, saints, and crosses. The doors had thin, stained-glass windows – dark reds, greens, blues, purples, and oranges. On the right there was a wooden box on a pedestal. Seeing it was locked, David frowned. There was a small bench on the left. Breaking the serene silence, he slipped moving towards it. His head landed hard on the cold, stone floor.