Preface.

Something was wrong.

Something was awfully wrong.

An omnious aura crept over the smooth surface, glacing the already perfectly clear marble. Instinctively she crouched against the dark material, hunching her shoulders together to make herself smaller and invisible to a threat her instincts told her was coming.

Without making any more noise than a lithé mouse would, she extended her un-broken left hand and let it wander searchingly over the polished pillar. She could feel no dents nor any damages left by the course of time under her probing fingertips, but there was a determined rush to her hand that said she knew she was going to find something. A few feet away from her it came to a halt, and she budged her tender fingers slightly.

Nothing happened.

She pushed again, this time applying more pressure than she thought necessary. But to her radiating fear and frustration, the only difference she could tell was her own blood roaming with increased speed in her feeble veins.

It felt wrong. Just too awfully wrong. She shouldn’t have to find it, not until all hopes were forcefully ripped away from her and she no longer was in any power to keep her promise.

No, she frowned. Not a promise. An oath.

She was only warned by a wheezing sound accelarating at an alarming speed towards her before something at the size of a little child rammed into her. Unable to catch her breath and react, she was sent crashing into the next marble pillar with a thundering sound.

The pillar shattered into the floor in huge pieces, the cascading sound of the falling rocks echoing powerfully in the room.

Before she could think of a counter-attack, great silver light errupted from the ruins of the pillar she lay sprawled in.

She lifted her good arm feebly and let the silver touch her mark.

Did I make it?