I could barely breathe as I stared at the ancient inscription beneath the throne, because the name carved into the stone had awakened something inside me that I couldn't explain.
Celestia.
The word continued glowing beneath my fingertips, and although I had never been taught its meaning, I somehow understood exactly what it represented.
It was a name. It was a bloodline. It was something that had been deliberately erased.
Draven stood beside me, and I could feel the tension rolling from him as he stared at the inscription.
"What does it say?" He asked quietly and I swallowed hard before answering.
"It says that the First Queen didn't create the prison alone." I said and Draven's golden eyes narrowed as he looked at the stone.
"Then who helped her?" He asked.
"I don't know." I said.
