The crying stopped.
The silence that followed was worse.
I stood frozen in front of the prison as silver light poured through the cracks in the black stone.
Kael was directly in front of me, sword drawn.
Damian stood beside him, staring at the broken chains.
Another chain snapped.
Then another.
The entire chamber shook.
"Everyone back," Kael ordered.
Nobody moved.
Not because we were disobeying him.
Because none of us could.
Something was coming through the prison.
A figure appeared behind the cracks.
First, I saw a hand.
Then silver hair.
Then a face.
A woman's face.
She looked neither young nor old.
She looked ancient.
Beautiful.
And terribly tired.
Her skin seemed to glow beneath the silver light.
But her eyes...
Her eyes were the same silver as mine.
She looked
