Hall of Echoes
Aentarra opened the doors leading to the Hall of Echoes. She wove her shield and let the sounds of eternity assault her ears. A conversation between Mikkellana and Xanthes caught her attention; she remembered it from years past when the two had first become lovers. Other conversations, or bits and pieces of them, floated by. Some she recognized, others not.
The slapping of her boots on the floor ricocheted off the ancient walls of polished stone, ringing loud. A slight chuckle escaped, a chuckle that would prove to be never–ending, a chorus soon to mingle with the conversations and words of all the ages. She maneuvered her way to the center of the room—exactly the center—to a spot she had discovered long ago, a spot where every conversation, every word, every sound ever wh
