The three of them moved down the corridor of silence. Serena's brain was in a swirl of emotions and her body bruised and battered but somehow in the moonlight with her head in the sand there was a strange peace amongst the madness. The fig was over, but a nagging voice in the back of her mind scratched at her, an indescribable terror that wouldn't allow her to be alone. The gloom was never far away, and it was only a matter of time before something else, something worse, knocked.
The torches on the walls flickered as they brushed by, casting long shadows on the ground, reaching toward them, beckoning with hands they didn't have. The unknown pressed down on her chest, heavy enough to choke her, but this once in a millennia, it didn't break her. It only made her stronger.
