Rory's senses were on high alert as she scanned the crystal palace. She could feel the weight of the loom's secrets pressing down upon her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
Aidan's eyes narrowed, his gaze scanning the horizon. "I don't see anything," he said.
But Rory knew what she felt. And she knew that she couldn't ignore it.
Suddenly, a faint whispering echoed through the palace. Rory's heart skipped a beat as she turned to Aidan.
"Do you hear that?" she asked.
Aidan's eyes locked on hers. "Hear what?" he asked.
Rory's eyes widened in frustration. "The whispering," she said.
Aidan's expression softened. "I don't hear anything, Rory," he said. "But I believe you."
Rory's heart swelled with gratitude. Aidan always believed her, even when no one else did.
Together, they stood there, listening to the whispering. Rory could feel the words echoing through her mind, a soft, raspy voice that seemed to be coming from all around her.
"What do you want?" Rory asked aloud.
The whispering grew louder, more urgent. Rory could feel the words pounding against her eardrums, a relentless drumbeat that seemed to be drawing her closer to the heart of the loom.
Aidan's eyes locked on hers. "Rory, what's happening?" he asked.
Rory's eyes widened in fear. "I don't know," she said.
But she knew that she had to follow the whispering. She had to uncover the secrets of the loom, no matter what dangers lay ahead.
With Aidan by her side, Rory stepped forward, into the unknown. The whispering grew louder, more urgent, as they journeyed deeper into the heart of the loom.
What would they find there? Only time will tell.
Rory and Aidan followed the whispering, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They had no idea what they would find, but they knew that they had to uncover the secrets of the loom.
As they walked, the crystal palace seemed to shift and change around them. Walls disappeared and reappeared, corridors twisted and turned. Rory felt like she was trapped in a maze, with no way out.
But Aidan's hand was firm in hers, guiding her through the twisting corridors. "Don't worry," he said. "I've got you."
Rory smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude. Aidan always knew how to make her feel better.
Finally, they came to a stop in front of a large, ornate door. The whispering grew louder, more urgent, as if whatever was on the other side of the door was trying to get out.
Rory's heart skipped a beat as Aidan reached out to open the door. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Rory nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I was born ready," she said.
Aidan grinned, pushing open the door. "Then let's do this," he said.
As the door creaked open, Rory felt a rush of excitement. She had no idea what they would find, but she knew that it would be something amazing.
The room beyond the door was small, dimly lit. The walls were lined with ancient tapestries, depicting scenes of great battles and powerful magic.
Rory's eyes widened as she took in the sight. "This is incredible," she breathed.
Aidan nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "I know," he said. "I've never seen anything like it."
As they explored the room, Rory began to notice something strange. The tapestries seemed to be... moving.
At first, it was just a slight fluttering of the threads. But as Rory watched, the movement grew more pronounced, the tapestries seeming to ripple and flow like water.
Rory's heart skipped a beat as she realized the truth. The tapestries were not just decorative - they were a gateway to other worlds.
Aidan's eyes locked on hers, his expression awestruck. "Do you see that?" he asked.
Rory nodded, her heart pounding with excitement. "I see it," she said.
Together, they reached out to touch the tapestries, feeling the power of the loom coursing through their veins.
As they stood there, the surrounding room began to dissolve, replaced by a swirling vortex of color and light.
Rory felt herself being pulled through the vortex, Aidan's hand tight in hers.
Where were they going? Only time will tell.