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Approaching the tower from the south, stone steps led up behind the boundary wall to a narrow gate.
It creaked on its hinges when he opened it.
Nothing stirred. No birds in the trees, no whisper of wind through the leaves, no scurrying of tiny feet through the undergrowth.
All was eerily silent, as if Waiting.
The tower was surprisingly warm when he entered, the wooden door heavy and rusted, yet it moved with ease.
Climbing the inner steps, the hair on the back of his neck started to tingle and rise.
He knew not what to expect, his mind in overdrive at the thought of a sleeping damsel from a thousand years ago waiting for his kiss to bring her forth to this life.
There were no windows for the next four rising rotations, so he felt his way following the small spotlight from above as it led to the highest chamber.
He was stunned by what he saw as lights started to flash and the tower began to vibrate.
‘Take a seat’ a disembodied voice encouraged as the door vanished into the brickwork.
It was more like an easy chair compared to a pilot’s seat, but he sat down and the safety harness clamped around him.
Amazed, he looked forward. To the side. To the back. Underneath.
He was airborne.
The rocket from millennia ago throbbed with life as it catapulted him towards the stars, leaving in its wake the rubble which had shackled it for so long.
He always knew the view would be worth it.