The halls were dimly lit from the outside sun and Relena's slippered feet made little sound. Her eyes drifted to the walls and she could barely make out the paintings that hung loosely against faded tapestry. The statues, chandeliers and elaborate furniture stands were in good repair, only dusty from misuse. As she walked behind Quatre she realized that the windows and and the mirrors were the only things broken. All stained glass windows with what used to showcase beautiful imagery were now barely held together shards.
No air wafted through and as she looked out into the dense mass of forest trees it seemed odd that life would be so stagnant despite being on top of a hill. The mirrors as well above the stands could hold no reflection and she wondered why this was so.
Turning away from the bare opening, she continued walking and saw Quatre bound into a wall towards the left. Relena peered down the opposite hall and saw two massive double doors at the end. She walked down the hall and the closer she went, the darker it became.
"Quatre," she called, "where are you going?" The calico bounded back to her and nudged her leg, hoping to goad her into the other direction.
"What is it?" she said looking down at the now agitated feline. "You want me to go this way?"
Raising her head back to the double doors, Relena walked over him to reach out to them and before she could make another move, a swift breeze blew her hair over face and through them she saw Quatre lifted up by the scruff of his neck by dark, piercing claws.