Layla examined the lower portion of the carving.
"There are more markings."
She brushed away some dust.
Beneath the island was another shape.
A dark circle.
Around it were thirteen smaller circles.
And beneath them, a line of writing.
Layla stared at it for a long time.
"What does it say?" Jude asked.
She looked troubled.
"It says the island is not the island."
Serena frowned.
"What does that even mean?"
Layla didn't answer.
A sudden sound echoed through the corridor.
A small, cheerful voice.
"Jude?"
Jude turned so quickly that the lantern nearly slipped from his hand.
"Sol?"
The voice came from somewhere ahead.
"Are you coming?"
Jude hurried forward.
"Sol! Where are you?"
"Here!"
They reached the end of the corridor.
A large stone door stood before them.
It was circular, with the same three curved lines carved into its surface. At its centre was a small depression, exactly the size of the silver disc they had found on the beach.
But there was no disc.
