The old language was all over this castle...this place could very well be older than I am. It was an overwhelming feeling of fear and respect. The artificial light gave my eyes an unearthly glow. My hair prickled with the feeling of ancient magick...the time of the Gods. We walked down a long hall. The end was lost in darkness. A soft breeze caught my blonde hair, it had been irritating me -my hair- more out of frustration I tore a part of my sleeve and used the material to tie it up. I glanced at Shendron. He seemed absorbed by the castle. I frowned...where has that wizard got to? I stopped and looked behind me. He was no where to be seen. Shendron noticed I stopped.
"What's wrong, Isurra?" He said tensely.
"Where is the Wizard?"