The Eyes of Medusa

Chapter 18

Grace's POV:

       A man with blonde hair strutted the halls of a magnificent building. Turn many corners and prancing down many hallways, he searched for something. Every door he passed, screams and groans escaped through the old wood, echoing through the halls.
         The man finally reached a large door with a strange symbol on it. A circle with a dot in the middle and a arrow pointing up. He inserted a imperial gold key into the lock and opened the door.
        The room appeared to be a throne room that hadn't be used in ages. There was a thick layer of dust on everything and cobwebs in every corner. The only thing not gone to the underworld was a large chest in the center of the room. The man walked over to the chest and heaved the lid off. A man with long black hair that went down to his chest was inside. "Master, we are almost ready. The Eyes have finally come of age." The man showed no signs movement. The man with blonde hair placed a olive branch that was transparent, almost water like, on the mans chest and pulled the lid back on.
He then walked over to low table that I hadn't noticed earlier. A man with dusty black hair, cracked lips, and cuts on his face and arms was laying on the table next to a women with a spider web stretching across her chin to her chest. Her lips were a pale pink and her hair, a twisted mess of brown and blonde. The blonde haired man grabbed a rust knife that was sitting besides the other man. He pressed the knife to the man's wrist and broke skin. Nothing dropped out of the fresh wound but the blonde haired man smiled, a twisted smile. He went over to the women and held her head down and cut a chunk of her hair off.
      He dropped the knife back on the table, but still held the chunk of hair. The blonde haired man gripped the chunk of hair in his hand and exited the room.