I could still hear the scream as we crouched by the jagged ridge over the Crimson Moon dungeons.

Leon took my hand in his, and spoke low, but hurriedly. "We go now, before the guards change shifts."

I nodded, my throat contracting.

The wind bit at my face as we went down the stone slope, the moonlight silvering our way. My head was low, and my heart beat coincided with the rhythm of my boots on the frozen earth. Each step nearer thrilled the tightness in my chest.

In there she was.

My mother.

The one I had daily grieved since I was five. The one who had died, not...