He knew he shouldn't do it, he knew that it was utterly, completely wrong.

Yet, curiosity controlled him, running freely through his veins.

Slowly, carefully, with his heart throbbing like a drum, he peaked through the door.

The first thing he saw was color—Colors of a rainbow, colors that danced and leapt and ran free.

And then he knew—Magic is what they were hiding behind the oak door all this time.