Creationists: Rescue Ch. 3

Gairel led Aslan through the network of hallways and corridors through the mansion, for that's what it truly was, until they reached an odd room. It looks like a stairway, but at the head of the first flight of stairs, was a curtain. It was hung loose.
"Wait here." He said, patting his shoulder. He then ascended the flight of stairs to their right, and onto a balcony overlooking the closed curtain, and the stairs. He then sat at a table, and picked up a device that seemed beyond out of place. It was a white tablet-like device, with holographic readings on it. He began to press buttons on the interface, and almost shockingly quickly, the curtain opened. Behind it, was what appeared to be a portal like the one Aslan had come into this world through. But it wasn't the same. Aslan's doorway had looked vibrant, and had a bluish hue to it. This portal, was different. It was starkly black, and the stars that zoomed by weren't nearly as bright. It brought dread into Aslan's Soul, but he knew it was unfounded.
"I have to go through there?" He asked, sullen.
"Don't worry, it looks evil but I assure you; it's just the way the portal forms." He cracked a smile. "Besides, the chances of you getting emancipated are like, point oh-oh-nineteen at best." When Aslan didn't laugh, not getting whatever joke he meant, Gairel shook his head. "That was a joke."
"Oh." His reply was bleak. "Where does it lead to?"
"To a kind of training room We're going to see just what you've got under the hood." He said, nonchalantly. But Aslan now felt nervous. But, he swallowed and walked through the portal.

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