Matt
Rain had the right mindset. This was f****d up, but we had come too far.
After the pictures, we finally stumbled upon the relic. It was a small relic in the shape of a dragon and didn’t look to be very special. The thing looked like it was centuries old… which it was.
There was also this strange, jet black stone sitting in the dragon’s mouth. I frowned.
From my vague memory, that was a dragon stone, but I had no idea of it’s power. It was something one of the Rosewater Coven elders had said would be no the relic.
The five of us didn’t move. It felt like it was a trap of some kind. One of us would rush up and try to grab the relic before the ground would open up and we’d fall to our death.
Or something just as horrible. It was hard to say what would happen.
Swallowing, I cleared
