The calm before a storm is always the scariest. Everything becomes oddly quiet and peaceful that you distrust it because the calmness is almost too calm and unnatural.
That is what I felt behind bars in the dungeons under the Nightborne palace.
“You feel it as well?” Kaly asks from the cell across from mine. She had refused the King’s command and was thrown in the dungeons with me. Kaly punched, clawed, kicked, bit and spat at about five warriors who tried to detain her.
I didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ was. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry about Thorne.” Kaly whispered, voice echoing. I couldn’t see her even if I squinted. It was too unnaturally dark and cold down here. The only sound apart from us was droplets of water coming from somewhere and a spooky blow of the wind that came from nowhere. “He’s
