Astrid breathes heavily, her heart clamouring for release in her chest. She hunches over, her hands on her knees, sucking as much air as she can take. The fear of almost dying is something she didn't want to experience again. But if it means she has to go through these events one more time just so she can save her children, she will do it without batting an eyelid.
She tilts her head backward and sees Zane inspecting the walls. He blows on the cracks and rubs the edges, trying to dig his fingers in-between them to probably pry it open.
She looks up and the Sceptre still glistens in the properly lit room. It sits on a stonehenge, refracting the light from the lantern and the beam from above. Her eyes trickle toward the small pool that shimmers in the light from above, from her distance, i
