The chains of fate

Chapter 43: The Chains of Fate

The air inside the tomb was very tense, dark and not naturally silent.

Lucia walked step by step through the door, her boots were pressing really hard on the stone covered in dust and age-old markings. 

The moving light from the torches barely reached the sides of the wide chamber beyond. She could feel the presence of history here.

Not just any history, this is her history.

Kain was right beside her, his hand was near the hilt of his sword, his muscles moved with much tension. His presence was grounding, a silent reminder that she was not actually alone in this.

The hooded man, their guide, moved toward the center of the chamber, his golden eyes were really bright in the dim light. 

"You feel it, don't you?"

"Yes." Lucia breath in sharply.

Because she did.