Even though the sun shone brightly in the sky, for Andrew the day was gloomier than ever. He had a foreboding of nothingness hovering over his head and feared the void he felt inside his soul. But he knew that there was no other way than to go forward, one foot in front of the other.
When he arrived at the Golden Draconian Palace, the place seemed to have lost its radiance. While the light diminished all around him, he could only see shadows creeping over the grass. His heart hurt in ways he never imagined possible. It took all he had not to plunge his hand inside his chest and tear his aching heart out. That would have been less painful.
He entered the royal grounds via an open gate and found himself in a garden full of flowers. They were lovely, but they didn't help to improve his spirits. The flowers' scent reminded him of Faith's perfume.
