The beginning of time.
She didn’t know how long she had been running, but her head was ringing with a pounding headache, and her knees wanted to buckle. Thunder headed up the hill again, and before she realized it, she stood in front of Bloodstone Mountain.
SFor years, she had listened to the voice in her head, a voice that had provided her with the guidance to help Keymaster to find the stone and make the Scorpio key. She didn’t know who guided her. She suspected it was her mother. But she had never been able to interact with the person because the voice occurred only in her dreams, where she listened and observed. And now Teacher was saying she was digging her own grave by helping the making of the key come to fruition.
She usually charged up the well-worn path right to the top of the
