Fake Princess
CHAPTER 92
“ We won't ruin it,” I said. “ We'll just take a look around. After all, since when did you worry about blasphemy against the God?”
Devan grunts, but slowly. “ Then, come.” I nodded, hoping Devan could see me in the dark. The pale silver-colored moon hung in the sky, emitting a faint light, and although I was grateful for its protection, this also made it difficult for me to see. And I also hope to use a weak version of the shield of sight on our body—a kind of spell ‘don't look at me’. But I couldn't, so we had to cross Siderros the old-fashioned way.
We walked slowly, drifting from one shadow to another, pray no one decides to sneak into the kitchen looking for a midnight snack or fight the trouble of sleeping with a midnight walk. My heart was so tight in my chest that I felt a little dazed. It's worse than sneaking into a library. We could get in trouble for sneaking into the library, I'm pretty sure about that , but I also know it's nothing compared to what would have happened had we been caught disturbing the fortune teller's body.
The gate on the iron fence surrounding the temple cemetery creaked as we pushed it open, just wide enough for us to pass through. I quickly peeked behind us, sure that someone heard it, but no one came. However, this did not make us feel better, but worse, as if fate was just waiting until we completely devoted ourselves to this path before it gripped us.
Sweat was already dripping down my back when we arrived at the monument we saw earlier this morning, its pale stone walls looming over us. We ducked down on the opposite side, turned the corner near the door, then Devan went to check on him.
“ Locked,” said Devan panting on his return. “ Totally locked. We will cause quite a commotion if we try to open it by force. Are you sure he's in there?”
“ In one of the journals that I read today there is a discussion that all the seers are buried in there. “ I rest on the heels and bite the lips. “ Then I should try a spell.”
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the trembling feeling of standing at a funeral in the middle of the night blind, forcing myself to think about what Paula would do. However, Paula knew of a real spell to open the door, and she could definitely use it. When I looked inside, I only felt a power that rolled uncontrollably.
Well, fine then, my inner self. If it has to be like that….
I raised my hand, and placed it over the keyhole attached to the thick wooden door. Then I put myself in, trying to let out pulsating energy through my hand and threw me backwards until it hit Devan. We fell to the ground in a stacked position when we heard loud popping and hissing sounds from inside the keyhole.
Devan landed on top of my body, his elbow piercing my ribs. But none of us stood up; instead, we listened carefully to whether anyone else was listening to us. When no one came, I moved to get the elbow to shift.
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