AN: Chapters will not be this short, this is just the prologue. Ailaina and I (Kat) are both university students, so updates may take awhile, but don't worry we'll finish what we start. Unless it's that ridiculous spoof—I don't think well ever be that tired again. This is our first National Treasure fic, and next chapter you'll see the return of your favourite characters! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Ailaina and I own nothing but our imaginations. I also own a chess set where the pieces are shot glasses, but that is irrelevant. Unless I can find a way to work it into the story.
Broken Glass
The worn grey stone stood as it had for many years; strong, unyielding, slowly warming under the loving caress of the rising sun. The first rays rose up the walls, bringing the stained glass images to burning, brilliant light as it touched the gothic spires. It was as it had always been, quiet in the early morning, waiting to be filled with bodies coming to pray and to marvel. Its treasures were innumerable; priceless works of art were built directly into the everlasting stone, into the marble and the iron that created the framework of the massive building.
It was nothing more than a building, a gigantic hollowed out brick. It was a tomb. It was a treasure chest. And it had secrets left to be discovered—hidden centuries ago by betrayal and fate. Beyond the sunlit halls of solemn prayers and pilgrimage lay passages that reeked of foul, unjust death. They had not been opened since evil's hand had sealed them shut, but something lurked just out of sight, something searching, probing for a weakness.
So the cathedral waited, if an inanimate object could wait. Nothing moved yet in the silence of dawn, but if one had entered the cavernous space they would have said that the building itself was holding its breath. But no one entered until the light of day was fully upon the countryside and the rest of the world began to stir. When they did it had passed. When they did it was already too late.