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Well I was writing a lot more lately, I have always had idea going around my head but this is one of the first of it to be written down. This is not the entire chapter one, and this has not received any editing heavy or light.

Title: The 4th Gate
Chapter 1: Opening
In this world there are three gates, after you have passed on you are still ushered along across the ground, even if the ground is not familiar. They pushed in front if the being beyond their comprehension and are judged and told which gate they go through. The three gates, the first gate San'shi, the gate of heaven. Iaoth, the greatest warrior angel that inhabits the kingdom of heaven, guards it. San'she the gate of hell, guarded by Bael Satan's strongest lieutenant. Finally San'sha the gate of purgatory guarded Zentri, king of the satyrs, the beings that inhabit purgatory. These guardians stand on an eternal vigilant looking out onto the dominion that they protect.
Though if that were simply it, if they're standing there eternally keeping their realms separate why would you be reading these words, no there is much more than that. Because there is not three gates, even though only three have ever been used. There is indeed a forth gate, maybe not as grand as the thousand foot high golden gates of heaven's door, or as ominous as the gates of hell built from the back bones of a countless mortals. Though this is not to say it is a bad door by any means, but it was simply a nice oak door, smooth to the touch and smelling of varnish. The brass knob set into the door, dusty from non-use. The doorframe was nice to; a nice sensible white paint adorned it.
Leaning against said frame was a man; he sat there leaning against the door with his eyes closed, his brown hair falling on front of them so that they slightly obscured his vision. Though even if his vision wasn't obscured it wouldn't have made much of a difference, there was not much of a world to look out upon. Just low lying grass clinging along the ground, well kept and green as if cared for by a gentle hand. Every so often a tree would protrude from the landscape and stretch up towards the sky, well if you could call it a sky. It was just a faintly glowing whiteness extend to each non-existent horizon. The horizons were non-existent because after a few hundred yards extending out from the door the landscape seemed just to taper off. It didn't really just disappear it just lost detail and became fuzzy and obscure. If you were to walk off into the non-horizon you would eventually find yourself walking back into the meadow.
He sat there dozing against the frame unaware of the world around him, for he had never had to be aware. There was no need. No one came to the meadow, no one disturbed him, he simply was able to sit there and tend to his trees when the time came. Though in retrospect being aware of his surrounding would have been a good skill in the days to come.
Out of the non-horizon a figure began to congeal, lines from the trees and grass seemed to wind around the figure to add to it's substance while taking away from the plant's. The plants slowly faded into non existence as this figure solidified it's. As the figure drew closer to the meadow it became distinct and sharp, then the lines stopped. The figure was fully formed and she stepped into the grass of the meadow. She walked confidently towards the sleeping figure. With a slight skip in her step of a person without worries she made it to him. Getting closer to the man now seemingly trying to act quite she squatted down next to him.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaa!" she yelled into his ear.
The man stated and jumped back away from the woman desperately using his elbows and attempting to crawl away from her. His eyes were wide with panic.
"W-who... Who are you?!" He said in a slightly pleading voice, still trying to drag himself away with his elbows.
"Oh come now, you have the audacity to ask a lady's name before introducing yourself, come on Abe I know your mother taught you better than that. Well come to think of it knowing her maybe she didn't." She said with a sneer on her face while starring at him.
"How did you get here? And wait how do you know my name?!" he said now with a slightly accusing tone in his voice, he had picked himself off of his elbows and was now in a sitting position glaring at the girl.
"My name is Margaret." She said as she stood up.
Maragret... Margaret... Thought Abe as he looked up at her. She was tall, maybe a full inch taller than he. She had blond hair and Smokey gray eyes. Though it was her clothes that really intrigued him. She seemed to be wearing some sort of pants woven out of a blue material, Her shirt had sleeves that had seemed to have been cut short, which to Abe seemed strange. Why sacrifice good material when you needed it for other things, and what if her arms grew cold. Though against this sudden style onslaught Abe felt slightly uneasy. It was not as if he was in rags, his clothes were not even tattered despite him had having them longer than he could remember. He always kept loving care of them washing them in the spring near the door. They were simply Shepard's clothing made out of a nice sensible warm wool. Though now sensible seemed to be far less important than vibrant color and now he was feeling oddly underprivileged.
"You like my clothes?" She asked curiously while still staring at him. Abe's thought process was disturbed and he again stared up at her. "You probably have never even seen denim." She patted her pants. "Though you have probably seen cotton, but back then it wouldn't have been this fine."
"What?" he said now thoroughly confused. She reached onto her back where a strange pack was. It had to straps, one on each shoulder and was jet black, it had many pockets covering it's front with strange metal toothed things holding them shut. She took it off her back and squatted down as she placed it on the ground. She grabbed a tab attached to one of the toothed things and pulled it. It made a soft sound as the teeth came apart and revealed most black cloth. She reached into the pocket and took out a key. She got up and walked towards the door.
"No you can't do that!" Stammered Abe while getting up and running towards the door. She stopped in front of the door and stood there without turning around, but still not putting the key onto the lock.
"And why pray tell can't I?" She said while still staring at the door. Abe had to think about this for a moment, the door had never been opened. Though then again no one had ever tried to, he had only gotten two visitors before, both within a day of each other and complete opposites of each other. One was a large man cloaked in lights. He had been the one who had originally brought him here. The man had told him that he was to stay by the door, and it was a noble task and... A lot of other things but his mind had trailed off after that. The other had come to him to him a short while after the tall man had left. This one was old, his skin stretched taught around his skull and his eyes set so deeply back into his head that he seemed to have two caves on his face. He had asked him to come with him, that he would be honored and exalted, and that he would be the greatest prize that he would have over the tall man. Strange though now he could not remember either of their names, but no matter, the important thing was that no one had ever opened the door before and it seemed as if it should stay that way.
"No one had ever opened that door, and why would want to open it anyway, to doesn't lead anywhere. I have walked around it more times than I can remember it just had the other side and that's it." He said, now unsure of himself.
"Well there shouldn't be any harm in me unlocking it then, should there?" She asked she turned around to look at him.
"I-I guess not." He said while still feeling uneasy about the whole thing. It made sense, all she would do would open it, it wasn't like there was anything on the other side, there couldn't be, it was just a door... in a field, there wasn't a chance it wouldn't just open, and reveal nothing, then she would leave him to his tending. Right?
"Well, ok then." She pushed the key into the lock and turned the key. There was a faint click, then another slightly louder one, and then another louder still. The clanks grew louder and louder as it seemed that ancient gears, rusty and still had finally ground into life. The din had become so loud that it made the air in lungs vibrate with the noise of it. Margaret seem unperturbed, she simply stood there as the vibration shook the ground around her. She reached out and grabbed the knob turned it. A faint light started glow on the crack between the door and the frame. The light grew brighter and began to snake along the door, each wood grain radiating light as Margaret stood there staring at it, Abe had to turn and shield his eyes, though the light still shone through making his vision angry and red.
Then it was gone. The silence closed in on him almost more deafening than the sound itself had been. He realized he had collapsed onto the ground, reaching up to his ear he felt a trickle of blood coming out of it. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the white sky.
"Are you gonna lay there all day or are you going to come with me?" said Margaret from above him. She was standing over him looking down at him.
"Come with you! I can't do that I supposed to guard the door." He said indignantly, though he had never really done much guarding. There was no real point to guarding a door that no one wanted to enter anyway, and even if some did come he wouldn't know what to do. Margaret was living proof of that. She had walked in here and just done something that he was sure was against some rule, if there were rules.
"Well suit yourself then, you were supposed to be my body guard but I guess not. Oh, well. I guess you will just have to go back to tending your plants and sitting by the stream and the other such things you do around here." She hefted her pack back onto her back and walked towards the door,
"But... but I like tending the plants." He mumbled in a new pleading voice. She continued towards the door.
"I know... I know pretty cushy life you got here, nothing to hurt you nothing bad can happen." She stopped just before the door and looked back over her shoulder at him ", but have you ever wanted more?" His mind was working frantically now on one hand this would be a chance to leave the field he had been on for so long, oh it was a nice field but wasn't much for the adventurous types. On the other hand it was a nice field. Nice and safe, nothing to disturb him, but also no adventure, none at all. His mind raced as he tried to wrap it around the idea of leaving the field.
"Wait!" he yelled to her as her hand closed around the knob. She looked back again now with a huge grin on her face. "Just let me grab my walking stick and I'll be right there."
"I knew you would come!" She said as she jumped up and down excitedly. She followed him ask I walked over to the stream. It was where Abe slept at night, it was peaceful, and the sound of running water calmed him down. He reached down and grabbed his walking stick, it was taller than he was and curved on one end, while the other had been sharpened to a point. It had been rubbed smooth by constant use during the time he had been there.
"Nice staff, rustic looking, but you aren't going to able to get down while carrying that." She took the stick from me and again took the pack off her back. She opened another one the toothed pockets and started to slide the staff into the whole. Despite the staff being far larger than the pack should logically be able to hold it simply slid into the reassesses of the sack.
"But, how did you do that, and wait what do you mean getting down?!" Margaret ignored him and instead strode towards the door. She reached out and took the knob. She again turned it and instead of the massive clangs this time there was a simple click and she pulled it open.
"You're so full of questions aren't you, but no time for that now you can ask me all the questions you want once we make camp." She looked through the door and her hair flew back as if a breeze had blown through the doorframe. Abe walked over and looked through the door. Instead of what the logical part of his mind told him should be there, which was simply more of his field. Instead though the door seemed to be a small patch of land overlooking a horizon and a few mountains. Not the horizon like he was used to, this was proper horizon with a sun and everything. The sky was blue.
"Wha-what is it?" He said in sheer disbelief, trying to communicate in words the muddled mess that had become his mind over the pass few minutes. He walked around the back of the door. It still appeared to be closed, nothing seemed to be different except now instead of the small amount of light that shines through door and frame there was a simple blackness.
He walked back in front of the door again and gazed through to the world beyond. He walked slowly, tentatively. Each step to a goliath effort, every synapse of the logical portion of his mind was screaming for him to stay, but that voice, that little vice you get that tells you to keep going. To keep pushing. It was screaming at the top of its lungs inside him mind for him to walk through the door. Pass that threshold into a brave new world. He reached the door, he ran his hand along the frame appreciating it's smoothness not knowing that this would be the last time he would do this. With one step he was through.

well NG here i am at it again. this year has been pretty dam great. I did everything from attempting to fuck a walnut to try my hand at sky diving. and my I say that was a pretty good year. I don't know what is waiting for me this year but if its better than last year then the world will explode from the sheer awesomeness.