Lyra
The silence was deafening as we stealthily made our way down the staircase. I stole a glance at Matthew, wondering what he was gnawing over in that mind of his . A wave of sadness engulfed me as I recalled our short-lived conversation with David. He had refused to join us, claiming he would only exist as dead weight. Inquiries floated in my head, battling to receive answers that would never come forth. A sick feeling erupted from my stomach...if at all David's words bore any truth in them, I might never get answers from him. I halted momentarily, turning around to face the doorway to the staircase. There was still a dim light, a glimmer of hope in a rather dark tunnel.
"Perhaps we should go back for David, what if he is attacked? He said so himself, the palace will be the firs
