Rhydor's POV
I walked down the stone corridor, the heavy sound of my leather boots echoing off the damp walls.
The flickering flames of the torches cast long, dancing shadows across the masonry as I passed them by.
Each step felt heavy, like dragging iron chains, but I kept moving forward because this dark room was the only place in the entire pack house where I could find a single second of peace.
I reached the grand door at the end of the hall and pushed it open, stepping into the quiet darkness.
She was there, right in the center of the chamber. She was floating in midair, held up by the shimmering invisible energy that kept her body preserved from the touch of time.
Her long black and white hair spread out around her head like a bright halo in the dim torchlight.
Her face looked peaceful, soft, and calm. She looked remarkably beautiful, as if she were waiting for me to wake her up from a sweet dream.
