Something Old=Something New

Something old, becomes something new to someone that has never seen it before.
It’s old mysteries, unlock again to show what it can do and to tell the battle it had gone threw.
Trapped doors will open with something like this.
The doors will show paths, long forgotten.

Old memories of an old place that still gives life to flowers, of what new place it was so long ago.
Small river rushes through the ground, keeping all that must be alive still alive.
Trees grow this way and that, making a hall way and then a door way at the end of it to show more forgotten memories.

Threw the door, long past memories of a battle of two so strong in their prime, now both nearly gone because of their powers and the war that one had started so long ago.
The floor cracked, with vines growing through it as to the ground and now the walls.
A thrown missing from it’s place as others sit around it.
A King over thrown by someone that he knew all to well.

What more could something so small and so old, show one that was of royal blood?

A door flies open showing a large ball room.
The room of parties, dancing, talking and laughing.
People looking this way and that for someone or someone’s that will no longer come to their calls, not after being sent away. No it would be to late now, wouldn’t it?

Stairs leading away to a world above them all, a tower of where children use to play and laugh.
Children living happy life, even when the world seamed so cold and angry.
The tower of their rooms, a place for only happy times and nothing more was aloud.

This old something was new now, it helped and it will help again when the time is right.
But for now, it was time for it to rest again and wait for it to be called on again, to show a world locked away from human eyes.