Chapter 8
Keymaster would be asleep for a little longer. He always took long naps in the afternoon. And the making of the Scorpio key seemed to be more taxing for him than the other keys he’d made. The bloodstone must be harder to carve.
She checked for one last time to ensure he was sleeping soundly, then she sneaked through the back door of the small hut and ran into the nearby forest.
It had been eight long years, and she still remembered the sound of the flesh being torn from her mother’s body as she was slaughtered. They didn’t think an infant could possibly have had awareness or any memory about the incident. Because of that, they hadn’t killed her. They had shown mercy.
She wished otherwise.
It was too far for her to travel back to the stone mountain where her parents were murd
