CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Gray walls of stone rose up from the mountainside, jagged and worn with age. Ferrin stood in the ruins of what was once a sprawling courtyard. Most of the walls were still intact, with arched doorways that separated various rooms and chambers. Ferrin shuffled along, his staff bearing his weight. The place once had beautiful vaulted ceilings, but after countless ages the ceilings had crumbled and were gone, replaced with a clear view of the sky.
Ferrin had both the sword Sorandra and the shard from the sun that he had stolen from Broderick. His trusted apprentice Vius walked behind him, carrying the sword. Ferrin himself held the shard. While he trusted Vius more than any of his other apprentices, he didn’t trust him with the shard. Sometimes power could not be given to
