I woke up from sleep to the faint murmur of voices outside, the kind that you can't quite make out but somehow can't ignore either. At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks, or it was just one of the guards patrolling the gates at night. But then the murmurs came closer and closer until they stopped right beneath my window.
But then I heard it again.
A low, urgent whisper that carried through the still air like a thread tugging at me to go investigate.
I finally sat up, my heart already racing and surging up my throat. The room was drenched in the faint green light from the moon, the last of the Green Moon, spilling through the tall curtained windows and pooling across the marble floor. For a long moment, I tried to listen.
The voice stopped again, bringing back the eerie silence. But then, a soft shuffle and a low, clipped voice had me sitting up in my bed, completely alert, the sleep dropping from my eyes.
