~Valeria~
The stone temple walls had these murals that were lit up with this weird cold glow. Like someone stuck glow sticks under the paint or something.
I stopped walking when I saw this one painting of a woman who had eyes that looked exactly like mine. Not similar. Exact. Like someone copy-pasted my face onto a thousand-year-old wall.
Under her it said "Protector of the Royal Bloodline" in carved letters.
So ancient me was apparently important. That explains the madness around me.
Out of nowhere my royal mark started burning, not like fire but like someone pressed a hot iron to my forehead. These gold lines started shooting out of my fingers onto the painting, spreading everywhere like someone spilled liquid gold.
My hands are doing their own thing again. Should I panic or not?
