The corridor is quiet and dark as my grandmother leads me from the ceremony chamber toward the main chapel. This stretch of hall isn't used often, so I'm not surprised we encounter no one on our hurried journey. At first she has to tug me along to keep pace, but by the time we approach the large door leading to the chapel, I'm almost ahead of Sibyl's long strides.
I love the quiet of the room as we enter, always have, feel it seep into me, calm my wildly beating heart. No matter my fear and doubt, there's nothing as pure and amazing as being this close to Gaia, where her true form lies beneath the stone casement at the altar.
My steps slow again when my grandmother releases her hold on me, sweeping forward with her white robe rippling around her and soft sandals silent on the stone floor
