The air was heavy, Ray'ven thought. She could see the castle from the window of the inn they had settled in. That had been her home for so many years, it felt far away. Even now, gazing at it did it feel different after so long. There was no excitement, no longing to see her family once more. Not even dread at facing her brother's hatred. Only a deep hollow feeling, and the weight of the air.
Perhaps it was a shock? Or maybe it had something to do with the newfound power that seemed to crawl under her skin. She could feel it with every breath she took, waiting just underneath the surface to be unleashed and if she listened hard enough, she could even hear it. It spoke of death. Someone had died here recently. She didn't really want to think of who it could have been. There had been too much death already. When would it stop?