EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA
Miriam Samuel
Matthias stepped onto the owl plate, and I could hear the faint click of mechanisms engaging behind the walls.
“The Third Hero,” I said, recalling the stories, “Trial of Courage. The dragon.” I stepped onto the dragon plate, feeling it depress slightly under my weight.
“And finally, the Trial of Honor,” Gareth said, moving to a symbol of a sword crossed with a laurel. He hesitated for just a moment, then stepped down.
The ground beneath us rumbled, and for a tense moment, nothing happened. Then, with a grinding of stone on stone, the massive doors began to slide open, revealing the next passage.
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