Aria's POV:
The light consumed everything. I could neither see nor hear. A soft warmth like a mother's embrace, was the only physical sensation I could sense. Then, there was silence.
At last when I was able to see, I was not standing in the wrecked courtyard anymore, I was inside an enormous circular chamber.
The ceiling disappeared into darkness, while hundreds of silver crystals floated in the air, illuminating ancient murals carved into the walls. They were murals of Kings, Queens and battles.
Wolves knelt beneath a silver moon. A lone stone pedestal sat at the middle of the chamber, and lying on it was a crown. It wasn't decorated with gems and it didn't glitter with gold. Rather, it appeared as if it had been forged from moonlight itself. Every heartbeat made it glow brighter.
