As the sunset, Zeidan led his horse around one tree, then another, and into the clearing that spread out.

"Now we're there."

"And where exactly, is this place?" Lyne asked softly.

"It's an old destroyed building of course." He slipped off his horse and wrapped his arms around Lyne's waist, helping her down. He tied the horse's reins to a tree.

The huge red brick structure glowed under the orange, tiring evening sun. Having part of it broke down with a domed roof supported by what pillar was left of the building. It rested on a base three feet high like a half-eaten cake with red-colored sugar frosting on a...