ArianaStrife

Chapter 4 Footsteps echoed against a cold stone floor. A feminine figure strode through the gloom to a faint glow that lay ahead. Her head and face was covered by a shear veil that fell down to her lips and lower back. Her dark black raven hair came just below it. She took every step in time and held her hands close to her chest as if they held the most precious thing close to her heart. At the end of the dark tunnel she entered a round room lit only by candles. The cold stone walls stretched high above the  pillars that supported it. In a large stone throne sat and old, but empowering man. His snowy white hair and beard contrasting the wom