"War for the Throne" Chapter3 origin ver.(11)
"Right."Amber closed her eyes and breathed in slowly,reaching within herself.She could feel it there,like a thread tied around her soul that wound away and connected to some distant point,feeding her its strength.The branch that bound her to the great tree,her link to the Wyld.She took hold of it,feeling its warmth suffuse her body.A gentle breeze swirled around her,ruffling her skirts,and for a moment she was bathed in a faint green haze,the colour of new leaves.Then it faded and she exhaled."I'm ready."
The carriage rolled across the Skystead Plains.The sun was starting to dip towards the horizon when they came to the cracked and overgrown flagstones that surrounded Broken Lair.They followed an old pathway that led between sunken graves and crumbling statues,deeper into the burial site.At the centre of the cemetery they passed through a half collapsed archway into a small plaza.Here stood a mausoleum,its walls engraved with scenes of battles and great discoveries,now so worn as to be barely recognisable,and any decoration long since lost to the chipped marble husk.A short flight of steps led down to the entrance,long ago split open by a wide crack in the masonry,which gave the tomb its name.