Keanu
The entrance to the druid enclave was a crack in a mountain.
Not a cave. Not a grand archway or a carved entrance or anything that suggested people actually used it. A crack. Barely wide enough for my shoulders, hidden behind a waterfall that poured over a cliff face so seamlessly that you’d walk past it a thousand times without knowing the rock behind it was hollow.
Iris led the way without hesitation, stepping through the waterfall like she’d done it a hundred times, which she probably had.
The crack opened into a tunnel. Narrow at first, then wider, cutting through the belly of the mountain in a downward slope that made my ears pop. The walls were smooth, not carved but worn by centuries of passage, and they hummed. That was the only word for it. The stone hummed with a freque
