Theo

The night was still, the moon providing a pale, otherworldly light for the massive stony structure of the palace belonging to King Ares. The darkness stretched long fingers across the walls, and for a moment it seemed as if the house itself was alive, warning of some evil that lurked within. Cyrus and I climbed the walls in the best way we could so that not a sound could be heard from our feet as we glided up the walls. We tried to be unseen; like wraiths moving through the darkness. The ...