Wolf of Stone novel Chapter 44

"Shhh shut up," I whispered to Liza who continued to mutter in distress.

Axil peeked over my shoulder, "want me to knock them out?"

I waved my hand dismissively, "it's fine. I can handle this."

I gestured my hand towards the guards and muttered, "sleep," watching as they suddenly collapsed at the command.

"We've gotta get inside the building. We're looking for a room that's covered in strange symbols on the walls. You'd know what I mean when you see it. Let's go and stay close," I explained, quickly walking towards the entrance.

Axil came up next to me, "I'll listen out for any more guards."

I nodded in agreement and took a slight step behind him, allowing him to take the lead and direct us towards the path with the least people. His senses were needed at this time. I had to admit that mine were not as powerful as his kind.

We entered the museum perfectly unscathed.

As we walked the halls, looking for that one particular room, we avoided as many guards as we could and whenever we did run into one or two of them either Axil or I would knock them out and hide them in one of the rooms.

I didn't even have the luxury of stopping to gaze and admire the art and history that was built up over all these years by this little town. Well, it wasn't like I was the least bit interested anyway, but I do have to admit, the decor was amazing.

I glanced across at the huge floor to ceiling painting that stood on the wall to our right and stopped dead in my tracks. My entire body tensed up as disbelief and anger flared up inside of me.

My eyes zeroed in on the canvas that displayed a beautiful starry night, with millions of multi-coloured stars glimmering against the pitch-black sky. Beneath this sky, resided a familiar city. Beautiful crystal buildings towered high, shrouding the narrow streets that were scattered with running people. What caught my attention the most though, was the fire that ate at these buildings, the bright haze that tore itself through the streets and buried the people alive. I could see it vividly, their torn and pained expressions as the fire nipped at their flesh, engulfing them. There was nowhere for them to run.

My heart clenched in pain as I fisted my hands at my sides.

Who painted this?

Which fucking bastard did this?

The ground shook slightly as my gaze flared with anger.

"Ezzy?" I heard Liza call out from behind me.

"I'll kill them," I growled in anger, placing my hand on the painting and watching as it caught on fire, withering away and revealing a door behind it.

"Ezzy?"

My eyes glared at the door in anger as I urged it to tear open and open it did. The sound of the door hitting hard against the wall resounded around the entire hall.

The room was pitch black.

Axil placed a hand on my shoulder as I took a step forward. I looked back and met his gaze. He stared at me, probing me for answers as I fumed.

"Ezzy!" Liza called out in shock.

Both of them quickly entered the room, diving downwards into the pit as well, only for it to close up just before they could make it.

Axil frantically felt around on the floor for anything that could open it again, feeling a slight ache in his chest as a sense of foreshadowing washed over him.

He shouldn't have let her enter first.

The light in the room suddenly flicked on, surprising both him and Liza as they looked up in surprise.

Liza gasped.

They found the room.

Oomph!

I fell onto the solid floor beneath me and flinched at the impact as I landed on my legs and tumbled onto my back. I curled up in pain as my body throbbed from the harsh impact to the ground.

"Fucking hell," I groaned, using my hands to weakly lift myself up slightly. This was no time for me to be whining. Luckily, I didn't break anything. It felt like a long fall but at the same time I didn't end up as bloodied soup so I could only assume it wasn't as long as my brain imagined it to be.