15 The Sanctuary
Julius carefully maneuvered through the crevice, slowly inching toward the opening at the other side. The fissure led to an inclined path, one that winded around a dangerous icy bend. Jagged sickles dangled above the pathway ahead. Julius stopped for a moment to rub his hand along the smooth surface of the rock wall extending the length of the path. The snow fell away, revealing a faint image. Dorian examined the childlike carving depicting two young boys playing. Julius smiled sadly and continued onward.
Dain and Dorian looked at each other curiously, their eyes both asking the same thing.
“Julius, what was that image?” Dorian probed.
“The boys depicted in the carving were of Beldazon and me when we were children. We used to play in these mountains. We carved it tog
