“ There! “ she happily squealed “ Look closely! The sarcophagus is split down the middle.” She leaned forward into a three-foot crack in the ceiling. The gang gathered around as she set down her lantern. Jarel peered into the shallow depths and saw a dirty coffin. Age nicked away at embossed lettering scribed on its facing and thick dust gave evidence that this tomb had remained untouched for quite some time. Polished metal studding gleamed back from the lamplight providing hints the box was constructed with refined workmanship.
A slow thrill sparked inside of Jarel. In the secrecy of the mission Ivy first convinced him on, it was impossible to shake the eeriness and confusion of the last half hour. He was certain she was being ridiculous with their efforts. Now, having seen this mystery unfold in front of him, he was interested in the crypt and why Ivy brought them there.
Squinting his best, Jarel brushed aside his long, tawny hair
“ Whose coffin is this? ”
“ I don’t know.” she responded “ It has to be a relation to me I am certain. The Everard plantation has been running for nearly ninety years.”
Erelis and Alendin remained crouched behind them more concerned with the woods and the muted storm in the background. Flashes of speared light shot among the trees briefly blazing images of thorny bush monsters that instigated their fears.
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