Book 7: Chapter 2 (2)
Clack, clack, clack.
Someone’s heels echoed through the quiet church halls.
A smaller figure masked in a hood was walking down a path.
This figure eventually stopped in front of one of several similarly shaped doors. This was the room that Hermie rested in.
The door was open, and a man wearing armor was lying face down on the floor. He was unconscious.
“Pardon my intrusion.”
The voice of a young boy echoed. Or a young girl with a low voice. The voice’s gender couldn’t be identified just from listening to it.
There was a casualness to the hooded figure’s gait, as if one were walking into the room of a close friend. Inside of the room, several others were unconscious, with no outside wounds. They were breathing with a stable rhythm, much like being in a deep sleep.
“Are you resting? I guess you’re resting? Then off I go.”