19
Micah
Like the rest of the world, the library at the Saint Catherine’s Monastery was in ruins. Although, for once, it didn’t seem to be because of Imha and her minions. It simply looked as if it had been abandoned for too many years and left to the negligence of time and weather.
“How old is this place?” Levi asked as we walked toward what looked like the main gate.
I scoffed. “Too old.”
The narrow entrance passage was covered in rubble. The stone walls had crumbled and littered the access. Using our magic, Levi and I jumped past the stones to a more open area, which under so much destruction looked like a courtyard.
“I think it’s through here.” Levi turned to the right, leading to an even bigger open space—another courtyard. Again, the ground was littered with the crumbling walls
