The hill of rock opposite the ice temple where the Scorpio key was held was as sacred as the hill the temple was on. She had never been up here before. Unlike the other hill, nothing could be built on this one because it was a solid piece of bare rock in the shape of a giant fist bursting out of the ground and reaching for the sky. To get up here, she’d had to climb with ropes. No one could come up here to join her without climbing or flying. She looked down, not at all enjoying the idea of a fall.
TThe shapeshifters she knew didn’t have the ability to fly. She had asked everyone to stay at the base of the rock. She knew what it looked like from the bottom, but from up here, the rock rose up to the sky and seemed to hover above the ground. It looked magnificent from this vantage point, bu
