Chapter 11 - White Puzzles
The room shook as another heavy stone door creeped open. The white fox stepped through to find a bright light shining down from the roof to the floor. Around the room some shiny metal disks were scattered, some had split into pieces. She looked around the room, in the wall was a pannel with a small hole, the same size as the beam of light. She knew what to do.
Snow picked up the individual disks and placed them in an order which would bend the light and eventually make a path to the pannel. This made another light turn on in the opposite side of the room. This light showed a string of writing.
'Who makes your story?'
A pile of stones, each engraved with the alphabet lay on the floor just below the light. Snow sighed, looking down to the floor. She picked up individual stones and slotted them into the wall. The stones spelt out, 'Dark'.
There was a sound of stone moving and the beams of light slowly cut off. Everything went black. A stone door opened, on the other side was an altar.. and a figure.
It was Dark.
She stepped forward towards the altar, his gaze was fixed on it. Out of the blue, there was a bright flash. She couldnt see anything. As quick as it happened, the room was back to normal. Yet, over by the alter, Dark was lay, slumped on the floor.