THE ARMORY
JOHN
Beth and I stand before the armory door. I'm hesitant to open it. I don't know what to expect. A giant pile of scrap metal, or maybe another dagger or two for Beth to poke me with? I honestly don't know. I just hope whatever it is, there is enough of it to help us tonight.
All I know for sure is that Beth is confident. She knows with certainty that whatever is behind this door will stop The Watchers pursuit. As far as I know, she hasn't been in this room since my Great-Great-Great-Grandfather died a century ago. Now that I think about it, that's probably not true. She mentioned that this armory was spelled to open for anyone within the Gideon bloodline. She has, more than likely, worked with others in my family but just hasn't told me yet. I shouldn't be so naive to thin
