ShadowstalkerSaiko

 The air Theo breathed smelt of winter and smoke. She loved the scent. It felt like power in her lungs. An omen of clouds gathering, a failed prophecy to the blind lamb. She stood at the threshold of the cathedral, half in, half out. Her frail arms were trembling from holding the immense oak doors open, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to enter. The dust falling from the rafters created a muffled symphony of silence as it fell. The dust watched her cloudy blue eyes raise up to meet a painted beam of light. A stained glass window possessed the back wall, punctured by the deep sunshine behind it. The luminance that shone forth was b