Chloe's heart skipped a beat when she heard footsteps approaching the broken room inside the temple. The old rusty book in her hand held a lot of the questions she had been asking herself and until she reached the end, dropping it wasn't part of her plan. So, Maya had lived about four hundred years? No wonder she was skilled and fast.

"You shouldn't have seen that." Came the voice behind her and she turned to look at the cloaked figure, that left open just the purple eyes.

"I shouldn't have seen what?" She asked back, her face determined. "You used to live around four hundred years ago."

"Four hundred?...