The Black Door of Ebonville
A Legend of 4EverMore
Gather close, listen well, and remember… some doors are not meant to be opened.
Deep within the Dark Forest of Ebonville, where the trees whisper in tongues older than time and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic, there stands a door. Not a ruin, not a relic just a door.
A towering slab of obsidian-black, wedged between two ancient trees that lean inward as though conspiring. It has a handle, and a keyhole but it should not exist.
And yet…
It waits.
The immortals of 4EverMore speak of it in cautious tones, for the door does not belong to their realm. No vampire forged it, no witch conjured it, no Day Walker stands guard over its secrets. It has always been. And it moves when it chooses.
There are stories and whispers of those who have dared to touch its surface, drawn by a pull they could not name.
And none have ever returned.
The Scholar Who Knocked
The first recorded encounter—at least, the first documented one—belongs to Soren Vale, a scholar of the Cryptic Chronicle, a man obsessed with unraveling the mysteries of 4EverMore. He hunted myths like a predator hunts prey, determined to prove that every legend had a truth beneath it.
He found the Black Door at the forest’s edge one evening, standing precisely where there had been nothing the night before.
Soren did what scholars do best—he tested it.
He pressed his palm against the surface, expecting cold stone. Instead, he found warmth. The door pulsed beneath his touch, like something alive.
And then, he knocked.
A single, hollow boom echoed through the trees. The forest breathed in. The very air seemed to recoil. His journal, later discovered near the roots of the nearest tree, held only three words scrawled in frantic ink:
"It knocked back."
No one saw him vanish. No one heard him scream. The people with him did not see the door open they only felt a rush of air, like a great inhalation, and then total silence.
The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating like a bell tolling in the bones of all who heard it. And before anyone could reach it, It was gone.
The only thing left behind was his journal, pages fluttering in the wind.
The Lovers Who Crossed Together
But the most chilling tale? That belongs to the couple who stepped through willingly.
Danica and Alistair Thornwood—two reckless souls with hearts too wild to be tamed, even by the immortal realm. They were infamous in 4EverMore for their daring escapades, their thirst for adventure. When the Black Door appeared in the heart of the Red City, right in the middle of a moonlit masquerade, they did not hesitate.
The dancers froze. The music stopped.
The door should not have been there.
And yet, there it stood—tall, waiting, warm to the touch.
Danica, her crimson gown swirling like blood in water, reached for it first. Alistair, ever at her side, took her hand in his own.
Someone shouted for them to stop. Someone else lunged forward—too late.
The moment their fingers brushed the surface, the door swung open.
Not like a normal door. Not on it's hinges. Not with a creak.
It opened like a mouth.
A vacuum of darkness pulled at them, tendrils of shadow wrapping around their limbs. They didn’t scream—no, there wasn’t time.
The force ripped them inside within seconds.
The masquerade erupted into chaos. Guests screamed, masks fell to the marble floor, immortals ran, some toward the door, some away. A brave fool tried to grab Danica’s arm, but the pull was too strong and he barely escaped before the force sucked him forward, stealing his breath for a moment too long.
And then—
SLAM.
The door sealed itself shut with a final, resounding boom that rattled the chandeliers above. The entire room seemed to hold its breath.
A single red feather from Danica’s mask drifted to the ground.
And then,
The door was gone.
Vanished. As if it had never been there at all.
The masquerade ended that night, but no one truly left. Not right away. They searched the halls, the streets, the rooftops. The bravest among them even scoured the Dark Forest of Ebonville, hoping perhaps foolishly that they would find another door, find a way to bring them back.
But it has been said that the Black Door does not bring anyone back.
The Black Door only takes.
Where does it lead? No one knows.
What lies beyond its threshold? No one speaks of it, because noone knows.
The Day Walkers of Eclipsora have tried to track it. The Witches of Westbrook have cast spells upon it. The Red Witches of Stregherian have forbidden even speaking of it.
Yet the door still moves.
It has been seen in the City of Shadows, standing in an alleyway where no alley should be. It has been glimpsed in the City of Secrets, nestled between two ancient buildings that do not exist in daylight. Once, it even appeared in the heart of the Summerland, disrupting the eternal warmth with its impossible presence.
It is never in the same place twice.
And if you ever hear it, if you ever hear a single, soft knock behind you do not turn around.
Do not reach for it.
Because the moment you see it, the moment you acknowledge its presence…
It might be there because it's waiting for you.
Ah, but legends are only stories, yes?
And this is just one of many in 4EverMore.
