The Medievals Hideout
The old stone stairs descended into cool darkness, a secret path for medievals who needed refuge. Alexander, a medieval monk must have seen the future when he had called men skilled in stone carving to pore through a rock and make for men a place of refuge in time of war. Each step worn smooth by the passage of countless feet, stairs that had witnessed centuries unfold. The secret of this passage was never to be told, it was meant to be sacred like the text they carried about clutched tight in their hands.
It's been years since this place was built, but today is a memorable day for the saints. Not just history, but a reminder of a place which once saved their ancestors. They walk through the stairs, showing it to the younger ones who know little or nothing about the hidden route where their forefathers found a safe place. It is no longer filled with cobwebs and dust from the weathered stones, no longer a secret hideout but as a place of tourism, where many visit to learn of the stories of medievals marching down the stairs, their sandals echoing in the narrow passage.
The light of history, of lives which once lived here, a link to the past, a reminder of the enduring nature of stones and the fleeting existence of those who once walked upon it.