HidingInBlue
Luna shivered, but not from the cold. She felt a low hum vibrating in the soles of her boots, like a bass note played too deep to hear.
The gates didn't just open, they groaned a dissonant, haunting chord. As Kelly led them into the courtyard, the shadows under the stone archways began to shift. Figures were standing there, pale and rigid, holding instruments that looked like they were made of something much older than wood or metal.
They had come for an adventure, but as the heavy gates locked shut behind them, they realized the storm outside was the least of their worries.