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The massive doors suddenly swung abruptly shut behind her, a low rumble similar to thunder echoing through the dark, cavernous room. The wind nymph froze, the softest of breezes blowing through the darkness and sniffing out the candles. Sweat beaded on her forehead and the hair on the back of her neck prickled as she clutched the candelabra tighter and slowly moved blindly forward into the shadows.

“Hello?” She softly called. “Is anyone there?” There was no reply, the eerie silence stretching out for a long time. WW shifted her footing on the polished marble tiles and gathering her courage called, “Silverskies?” There was a long pause, before out of nowhere the inner sanctuary exploded with a blinding light.

Sky-blue, ghostly white, and metallic silver flames blazed in the silver braziers along the walls and from the glittering crystal chandeliers that hung elegantly from the high, domed ceiling. All around her, breathtaking opulence and finery gleaned, But the crowning piece was the towering alabaster statue of Silverskies in the centre of the sanctuary, her carved face unapproachably beautiful and infinitely calm. Thousands of glittering diamonds, sapphires, opals, and other priceless gemstones gleamed on the statue, with swathes of the finest silver and white silk and satin draped elegantly over the statue.

Wind Weaver fell to her knees, tears glidtebing in her eyes. The statue was agelessly beautiful, both benevolent and terrifying. But the aura, the presence that the statue radiated... it was Silverskies’, which meant that her dear old friend and old mistress was watching her, that she knew Windy was there...