Her brow furrows as she moves along the rocky path to the cave, going as quickly as she can, a feeling in her gut telling her that she needs to rush. Careful now. Don’t want to trip…. Nonetheless, her heart starts pounding as she gets closer, fear starting to tickle the back of her mind. Things were very still and quiet.
She turns the bend, unsettled by the quiet and the stone guardian at the door. “What is it?” she asks, worried, her heart hammering against her chest. “Is something wrong?” What a foolish thing to ask!
The guardian puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder, squeezing very gently. He leads her deeper into the cave, several other guardians at work around, cleaning the empty cave up now.
Her eyes go wide and she weaves where she is, relief and dread hitting her at the same time. “Where is he?” her voice is soft, shaking some, her gaze turning to the guardian for support and structure.
Instead of answering, the gua