>>Einar
The stench hit me first.
Thick and rotting, like blood soaked into old stone, like piss and mildew and pain. My stomach turned, but I kept walking.
Down. Deeper.
The guards had looked at me strangely when I passed—too sickly to be wandering the halls, let alone the dungeons. But no one stopped me. Maybe they were too stunned. Maybe they thought I was hallucinating from fever.
I didn't care.
My body ached with every step, the lingering burn of sickness slowing my legs, but I gritted my teeth and pressed on. I needed to see her.
Enya.
The cells were carved right into the rock, thick bars and even thicker shadows. I moved past the first few, ignoring the empty ones, ignoring the growls and snarls from things caged deeper within. Until—
"Enya," I breathed.
I stopped. My hand caught the bars before my knees could buckle.
She was there.
Curled in the corner, pale skin dusted with dirt. Her back was to me, but I'd know her anywhere.
My twin. My other half.
