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One by one they followed The Poisoner into the darkness of the castle entryway, the light from behind them put into shadows as bodies crowded the entryway. It was pitch black, deathly quiet and their soft boots made no sound on the stones as they entered cautiously, straining to listen for any indication of what lay within.
Waiting until everyone filed in, pressing against the walls, Dana closed the door behind them, sealing them in, the click sounding much louder in the quiet than it needed to be. This was followed by the sound of flint on steel, a spark of light flashing and the crew got the first view of the inside of the castle as Shane hoisted the lantern higher, casting light but creating shadows.
Sighing, Bette’s heart filled her throat. There was nothing special about their first view of the castle. The walls were circular, cool water dripping down the sides, the stone old with patches of moss growing around the edges of the door and in the crevices. Curving to the right, the silence was oppressive in the tunnel, a tomb, a coffin, a empty vessel.
Keeping her wife directly next to her, one arm across Tina’s torso protectively, Bette’s eyes scanned her surroundings even as her ears picked up the sound of… nothing, her own heartbeat pounding in her ears as her eyes narrowed.
It was as she expected, it had been too easy. Motioning to Carmen with two fingers, Bette gave the go-ahead to move forward and so they did… slowly, Bette and Tina now hand in hand, her wife’s smaller hand giving the brunette a sense of peace as always, the warmth of it, what it meant to have someone to hold on to, the stillness in the castle floating around them to land like a heavy cape. The hallway opened to a larger room and Carmen stopped, turning so fast, Tina took a step back.
“There’s no one here…”
“I know. I knew the moment we entered. Search anyway. Everywhere. Now. Quickly. Shane, light some of these fucking torches so we can fucking see…”
The men dispersed in groups of two, no longer hiding their movements, hallways filling with the sound of boots on stairs echoing in the air, doors opening and closing, the small castle now humming with activity. Chests were opened, looted quickly, rooms searched, the castle small and airy with large stained glass windows and nothing but empty rooms.