6
They stood on an ancient-looking street lined with gothic-style houses. This was a world much different than the center of the town just a few blocks away. They no longer heard the fighting noises of the groups slaughtering one another.
“Do you hear anything?” Orla asked.
“Only the wind,” Roy answered.
“Nothing,” Mori added.
Lorcan approached Orla. He knew she’d heard something. He cupped her face in his hands. “Tell me what you heard.”
A tear rolled her face. “I hear crying . . . sobbing . . . moaning. Someone is saying something about the stone,” she said as more tears ran down her face.
“Can you block that from your mind?” Lorcan asked. A stream of blood ran from Orla’s nose, and she grabbed at her ears, breathing heavily. “Oh no, don’t do this to me! Block the noise . . . we c
