The forest had never felt this silence before.
Sonia moved through the dark undergrowth like shadow, the sword in her hand pulsing slowly with an dark mysterious glow. What somehow Sonia fell it familiar . Each step felt heavier than the last. Not from exhaustion - but from something ... Calling her.
"why can't I stop?"she thought " why do I feel like this sword is guiding me?"
The air thickened, colder .trees bent inward as if watching, whispering things they weren't supposed to remember.
Then she saw it.
Half covered in moss and bone white vines was a broken stone path . It disappeared beneath earth. - stairs, swallowed by time. She paused at the edge , her breath visible in cold air.
" this place.... It's ancient , forgotten. What why this place feel familiar ?"
The sword vibrate once. But not in warning... In welcome
swallowing her fears , she descended .
underground a , different world waited .
The walls glowed, with pale blue fire , reveling murals so old. They looked like, they could turn to dust but they didn't.
Sonia froze .
There.... On the.... Walls were paintings of her
To be continued