CHAPTER 24: TAKEAWAY QUEEN

• Shadows on the corners. Prickles at the back of her head. The silence which stretched wide and lie ahead, the clicked and creak, the sounds screeched as she pushed open the door of her room. Leandra foresaw the vastness of how the voice echoed, but not on this halls. It didn’t bounce back on the walls, but seemingly carried by the wind she couldn’t fathom where it might have came from. There’s this sizzle, the dawn which covered the sky and the coldness sweeping through from the cracks, settled from the walls, dusting across her skin left her cold. It was filling the night air, which hold no difference at how winter often come across. The voice resonant, the dread reckons, or was it the dead who are speaking to her? The life sow and reap, the Palace inhabited by those souls who undergo unjust demise for loin their grief and sorrows.
• “Where are you?” Must she confessed how it intermingled between being familiar, yet unknown?
• Unbeknownst tone beheld no urgency. There are no guards, no warriors, no wolves, who could have ruined the momentous; the audacity that perhaps they may have come dwelling, spilt the ground, barking in reminder that she had been forbid to even set foot here. But nothing of the worst occurred yet. Her tracks never faltered. Hang-up thoughts dithered, but never adherent suppress her steps.