Lian felt was cold.
Not the ordinary night cold, but a strange cold that creeps into the bones, as if the spirit of the place itself is touching them.
She opened her eyes hard.
At first she saw nothing but a thick blue mist floating around her, glowing with faint strands of light. Her body felt light, like she wasn't standing on real land.
Her breath was fast.
Raising her hand in front of her face, she saw her fingers tremble inside that light mist.
She whispered with fear, "Where am I? "The
No one answered.
But a few moments later, a voice came to her from far away, as soft as if coming from a dream.
"Come closer"...
It froze in place.
The sound wasn't scary, but it carried something familiar and made her heart beat painfully fast.
The fog began to move slowly, splitting in front of her as if an invisible force opened a path for her.
Long corridors of light appeared, above which floating fragments of glass hung, and in each fragment a different image:
A little girl running in the palace garden
A blond woman is smiling.
A stone door closed with chains.
A blue eye that glows in the dark.
Lian approached one of the fragments.
She saw herself as a little child, hiding behind the dress of a woman whose face was not visible.
But the sound of the voice was the same sound that I heard in the corridor last night.
Her hands trembled.
"Are these my memories? "The
The whisper returned, this time clearer.
"Not all of them.
She turned quickly, but there was no one.
Only at the end of the corridor did a small blue light appear, like a distant star.
I hesitated.
Everything inside of her screamed to go back, to run away, to find a door.
But something deeper, something in her own blood was pushing her forward.
She began to walk slowly.
Every step made the images around her change.
She sees scenes of the palace like she had never seen before: deserted corridors, hidden stone doors and underground rooms filled with symbols.
Then suddenly stopped.
Halfway down, her reflection appeared on a black glass floor.
But the reflection wasn't imitating her.
He just looked at her.
Layan gasped and retreated.
The other version slowly raised her head, then said in the same voice:
You are late".
Lian's breath accelerated. "Who are you? "The
The reflection smiled a sad smile.
"I am what they hid from you".
Suddenly, the glass floor cracked under her feet and a pulsating blue light emerged from the crack, like a living heartbeat.
Lian knelt without feeling it, and put her hand near the light.
As soon as she got closer, a picture flashed in her mind:
A blonde woman holds a blue gem, and behind it is a giant door of shadows.
But before she saw the woman's face, the image disappeared.
I heard footsteps.
Slow steps coming from behind the fog.
Someone is approaching.
Someone you know.
A tall man's shadow appeared at the end of the corridor, but his face was hidden.
He said in a low voice, "Don't touch it yet".
Lyan froze.
It was the same mysterious man.
But this time he seemed different, and his voice carried fear, as if he was not only afraid of her, but also scared of her.
She raised her head to him and asked, "What is this place? Why do I feel like I know him? "The
The man was silent for a long time, and then he said:
"Because you were here before me when you were a child".
Her eyes widened in shock.
"This is impossible.
He came a step closer, until a faint light appeared in his eyes.
Two gray eyes.
Just like her eyes.
Then he said very slowly:
"Some doors are not opened with keys, Lianhatab, but with blood".
The steps stopped.
And there was silence.
But deep in the fog, something began to wake up.
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