A dark and weary night loomed just bellow the horizon. The slither of light that illuminated the muddy pathway, the footsteps and horseshoes and the wheels of a carrige layed imprinted on the soggy mud. The dark oak trees that towered above people and the one blood soaked stump stood out like a bruised thumb among the fully grown deep brown trees around. A chirp and flutter could be heard as a raven and dove squabbled in a treetop the hit and pecked before the dove flew off, creating a rustling of leaves as it left.
In the slither of dusk remaining, a young man stood above the reddened autumn leaves, his black buckled boots stand to a halt as the young man stops his moving. His gaze rises from the sunset coloured leaves and onto the brack metal gate with the bars spaced equally, all bars with a detailed braided pattern engraved onto the iron bars. The young man's hand dived into his breat pocket and fished out a red envelope with a yellow wax seal, keeping the envelope closed.
The thin pale fingers from the young man reopen the red paper. The pale fingers didn't go for the parchment and instead went for the item that buldged through the red envelope. A black metal key came out, and the young man wasted no time in inserting the key into the lock on the gate. A loud click came from twisting the key, followed by another as the key was removed. The young man pushed the gate open with his full strength, yet the gate hardly moved. The man sighed and just slipped through the small amount of space he had made to slip through.
A dark skinned man suddenly came into view of the light. He was running and waving the same red envelope he did. The dark skinned man called out through pants. "Please! Please hold the gate for me!"
The pale young man obliged despite the hesitation he had about the dark skinned man. The young man had heard about the nature of people like him and would've shut the gate on him had the dark skinned man not had that red envelope. The dark skinned man easily slipped through the crack open in the gate and stopped to regain his breath, his back going hunched as his hands fell onto his knees to support his own weight. The young man pushed the gate closed, which he found easier as he now wasn't pushing it up a hill. The click was heard again as the gate was closed.
The pale man turned on his feet and began to strut away from the dark skinned man and up the stone pathway to the mansion on the hill. When the dark skinned man saw his figure getting further away, he started a small jog to catch up to the young man once more. "Thanks for letting me through, I was worried for a moment I was gonna be locked out. They didn't give me a key, so I was worried I might not get in when I was finally given an invite somewhere. "
"No problem. Please do find a way to talk less, though. I'm not a fan of drawn-out conversations."