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Midna had spent the time apart from the Heroes studying. Something she had not had the free time to do in several centuries and the action of pouring through old books and scrolls was both invigorating and exhausting simultaneously. She was looking for the Fused Shadows, having been lost in time since she last wielded their power. But they were her best shot at harnassing that ancestral magic and using it to take down the followers of Zant once more. So far, she had been led to an ancient temple in the same desert where her ancestors exiled and condemned the worst of their kind. The same place she now resided with her meager forces. Midna tried not to draw comparisons where they didn't belong.
Instead, she focused on the knowledge of the Spirit Temple here in the desert, where a piece of the Fused Shadows hopefully resided. Or at least something of magical significance that could give her some edge in the fights to come.
She had insisted to her few forces that she goes alone, wanting to carefully make her way into the temple without alerting any possible denizens. She had hoped the magic she possessed would be enough to get past anything that lurked in its ancient halls. So the queen left at night, following in the light of the moon high above as she cloaked herself and made her way through the desert. An old piece of parchment folded in her pockets denoting the way through the sandstorm that protected the temple from just anyone. Midna had only her magic to rely on, and as the sands around her begin to shift with violence and agitation and the winds whip at her hair and clothing. She knows she is close.
Walking forward, hood covering her face from the sand Midna willed her magic around her, forming a thin barrier between the sand flying through the air, and her ruby eyes as she continued without faltering.
In the sandstorm, she had no light from the moon and no way to tell how long she wandered with only memorized knowledge as her guide. But finally, when the queen had felt the wind buffeting against her makeshift shield long enough, the temple, surrounded by old pillars and statues appeared as though it hadn't sat there through the centuries. Midna could feel the silence in the air like a weight upon her shoulders. She continued towards the temple without faltering, eyes devouring the site before her. In her mind, she wondered just how many people had seen this place, and how even fewer had probably seen the inside and lived to tell the tale of it. Quickly, Midna pulled the parchment from her pockets and unfolded it, reading over the fading ink. Whoever had written this had tried to provide the details to get through the temple to its heart, where a blessing supposedly waited for those who survived what lived inside.
A blessing that she believed to be her people's magic. Midna gathered herself, having changed for the adventure she wore the clothing styled by the Gerudo that was meant for living in the desert. Loose dark pants and blouse, a thin but insulating cloak to keep warm in the cool desert nights and block the shifting sands. She had even gathered her hair high upon her head away from her face, though the sandstorm had whipped parts of it around her face, leaving her a somewhat ragged look with red strands loosely hanging around her face.
Midna stood before the door of the temple, studying the stone carving and trying to absorb the image. The work was magnificent that it withstood time for so long, and pressing a hand to the cool stone she prayed that whatever awaited her behind these doors could be felled by her magic.
The temple inside was silent, dust clogged the air and Midna coughed upon her first inhale of it as she walked in. Her bright eyes piercing through the dark as she took in the layout of the temple and tried to find movement in the dark. But nothing moved. As the Twili woman made her way through complicated hallways she had her magic just at her fingertips, ready to fight should something arise. Her original plan had been to stick to the shadows and move around the creatures here, but everything was shadows and only the smallest of spots revealed moonlight spilling in from above occasionally. She found rooms of puzzles that she played within her mind, reading through her parchment and trying to solve whatever mystery the creators of this temple had left when she finally hears the unmistakable sound of shuffling in what was once complete silence.
Slowly, the queen turns her head and stares down the lurching form of a large knight. It dragged an even larger sword, and though she didn't see eyes she could feel them tearing into her.
This is why so few reports make it out. Midna thought to herself, stepping away from the puzzle and extending her arm. A few words of an ancient language and tendrils of shadow launched from her extended arm at the undead creature. Staggering and pulling its large frame backward a few steps before it resumed its stalking of her. Now raising the large blade and in all too fast a motion slashed at her. Midna practically exploded into shadows, avoiding the blade barely as it crashed into a piece of stone she had just been standing in front of. And that's how the fight went, Midna constantly moving through the shadows trying to bind the creature and attack at what few weak points she could find, and the creature sending an earth-shattering blow at her and forcing her to retreat using her magic. Midna was powerful, but even she could not sustain this fight indefinitely. Backing away from the creature, Midna summed up a dark well inside her and quickly recited an old incantation, she threw her magic at the creature, shadows warping the air around it as shadows pulled the creature down and tore at its weak points. Before finally collapsing in a heap.
Midna breathed heavily, frustrated that the one creature took that much magic from her. She was slowly starting to realize just how cut off she must be in the Realm of Light. Her magic depleted in this land, forcing her to expend herself too soon. She's resting against a stone monolith, trying to catch her breath and focus her mind once more that she doesn't notice the cold grasp that suddenly wrenches itself around her and begins to pull her down to darkness.
A solemn gaze rested on the image of a reflection. How long had he been fixated on his failure? Contemplating his actions, and the given reward for his effort. Was it worth it? Was his pride of equal value to the man's life? His mind was plagued by the words of the young Hylian; so much in fact, that he had not been able to rest in days.
If anyone has the right to be called a hero, it's not the one who took up the blade. It's not the one who raised his shield, nor the one who healed the wounded. Only someone who's willing to risk it all can be called a hero, and Link showed dedication to Hyrule, and not to himself, --something that Balthazar was unable to compare to. His entire life, was built around his envy of other's, and his desire to overcome them.
At the moment, he wore his insecurities like a cloak, trying to seek out the answer to his man questions. He knew that the answer he sought for could only be answered by the princess he wronged, so he set out to find Midna. She had her own goals, her own multitude of objectives she strived to achieve, and even had recruited help in doing so. Part of him couldn't help but feel gratification in her achievements.
Tracking the Queen into the desert, he soon lost the trail. Sand covering over her tracks, and limiting his sensing capabilities. If he had traveled through the shadows, she would have spotted him coming a mile away, and that was an outcome he opted to avoid. Trusting his instincts he continued to pursue her despite the difficulties of the elements. It wasn't long before the temple came into his view, and he knew she was already inside.
Running through the threshold, he looked around, making sure to keep both his hood and mask over his face. In his mind he practiced what he would say, though now that he was faced with having to redeem himself, --the man felt more comfortable slinking back into the dark where he birthed from.
Pressing an ear to the wall he listened, feeling the rhythm of movement deeper in the temple. She was definitely here, and she was fighting something. Pulling a scimitar from his hip, the warrior persisted on his course despite his mind screaming at him to do otherwise.
The frame of a large object skulked down a parallel corridor. It was patrolling the depths, and was likely similar to the construct Midna was facing currently, though he was unbeknownst to the fact she already fell the dark creature. His arrival into the cavern was met with the image of Midna pressed against a standing stone, and prey to the grasp of iron servant.
With aim, Balthazar lunged forward, his weapon pushing aside one armored limb, while his hand reached out to take hold of Midna's forearm. Pulling her towards him, he used his weight to parry the knights advance while securing the Queen behind himself. "Careful," he uttered through his cloth mask, his eyes trained on the ungainly monstrosity. He felt little power from the female, presuming that she had spent much of her energy fighting prior, and that it was up to him to prevent their death.
Unsheathing the second blade to his pair, the once mercenary took stance against the automaton soldier. Dodging the large blade, Bal brought one of his own underneath the frame of the knight, using his poor stance against him and attacking his footing. In a swoop, the beast fell upon the ground, and it was simple work driving one of his blades into the core of the beast.
Midna had never frozen before. Never had she hesitated when her life was in danger, but at this moment she didn't know what to do as the iron giant that appeared out of the darkness attacked her and she had next to nothing left in power. She's all but resigned to her fate when she feels that sharp grip on her arm and she's suddenly being yanked away and behind a cloaked figure. Sword parrying the large creature in front of them, defending her. Midna studied the figure, sensing familiarity but too tired to trace it with her magic and instead she listened to the masked being and stepped out of the fight. Watching the battle commence.
When both blades from the stranger were drawn, Midna watched fascinated at the skill displayed in front of her. The masked stranger took down the iron knight deftly and Midna almost felt embarrassed that it had taken so much to defeat the first one.
Briefly, the thought processed that despite being saved she may not be able to trust the stranger so readily. She had only the briefest moment to look at them, and when she did again she thought that they may be Twili.
Had someone from her camp come looking for her? She hadn't believed she'd been gone that long, definitely not long enough to send someone looking for her. And Midna had done her best to memorize every face and name in her camp, but possibly the cloak had masked their figure too much or they were a stranger indeed.
"Thank you, for saving my life. I could not have stopped that creature on my own, not as I am now," she says, eyes staring at the two corpses on the floor now. Despite the fact that they were dead, they still gave Midna a chill down her spine.
"I must ask, however, who are you? And how did you know I would be here?"
Turning to face the Queen, his eyes rested on her frame before he pulled down the mask and hood that concealed his identity. She had no way to tell it was him previously; not until the dimly lit torches revealed his familiar visage. "I had been following you for a some time my queen," he said in a soft tone. After sliding his blades back into their housing he stepped closer to the woman, taking in her ragged appearance. No longer did she dress like the monarch he had grown accustomed to prior; instead, she donned attire more fitting for a gerudo warrior, and it was appealing.
"Before you say anything," he inputted before she would have a chance to dismiss him, "...will you hear me out?"
"What I did,.. was in faith for your preservation. Were some lives lost in the process, yes...but without my intervention countless more could have been taken at the hands of those that would wish you harm." Closing the distance between the two of them, he attempted to reach for her hand, "I only wished for you to see the cost of your fight, but now do I understand that the toughest fight comes after the battle, not before." "The life of the man taken is something I cannot give back, but I tried my best to make amends where it counted, --with his family and children, and ensuring they had a future where I robbed their father's."
Slowly the male twili knealt before her, his head hanging lowly, "I am your's if you would have me again, --otherwise, dispose of me as you will."
Midna studied the features that she could see on the stranger, trying to draw herself a comparison to the faces she'd seen in this realm. And she came away with nothing more than a familiarity, unable to use her magic for the last several minutes. Something, she was coming to realize, appeared to be her crutch; and a splintered one at that. She did note that his eyes ran down her figure quickly, and Midna had never felt shy or modest with her dress; the garments she wore covered enough if missing a slice of her abdomen. It was something about those eyes scanning over her.
He had been following her, of course he had. So he knew of the Arbiter's Grounds, knew of her time with the Heroes. And she'd been so focused on her quest, so assured that he had vanished from her life after that night that she never had the smallest inkling of it. He was asking her to hear him out, and Midna couldn't think of words she wanted to say to him. His appearance had sent her mind racing, and her body once more froze. Twice in a millennium of life, in one day had she froze at unexpected appearances.
SIlently, and a bit stiltedly, she nodded once for him to continue. Explain yourself, she thought in her head. She wanted to know exactly what this man was doing here.
It was something in his tone that Midna heard that struck her. The reminder that those she faced would indeed harm anyone who was so much as suspected as helping her if they set foot here. Enemies of the Heroes as well would know how much she had to lose.
Midna wouldn't be able to explain it to herself, but she let Balthazar take her hand and kneel. There was something gentle about his grasp and considering he had just saved her life, comforting.
"What you've done, is something that is not just forgivable. There are difficult decisions in times of war. You decided the fate of a man for yourself, and I cannot risk the rocky foundations of my resistance to wayward plans of the individual. I won't risk the unification of Twili and Light Realm peoples for you Balthazar." she tells him, willing the tone and voice of a Queen into her words.
Midna sucks in a soft breath before continuing, unsure as to where this will lead. She didn't know if Balthazar was fully trustworthy, and she doubted she could let him in on all the plans and strategies her people had begun working on immediately. But who was she to refuse one of her people coming back and asking to join her? This whole war was for the Twili to finally unify and heal from Zant and his usurpers.
"You displayed a complete lack of character and loyalty to me when I counted on you by my side you left. However, I am willing to start again should your actions prove as genuine as your words sound. So stand up, there is still something in this temple I seek."
edited on Nov 16, 2018 4:27:35 GMT -5 by Balthazar
Post by Balthazar on Nov 16, 2018 4:23:54 GMT -5
Her words buried deep within him, prompting an expression of despair and fear to linger in his eyes. What had he endured for? What were his actions all for? Unlike the Queen, his desires were selfish, and hypocritical. He yearned for acceptance, yet strived to obtain it by using an approach deemed irrational. Hew knew his methods were extreme, and that in the eyes of someone who could actually give him what he wanted, --they were contemptible. "All I ask is to be judged by my actions rather than your preconceptions of my lineage." A concept that he voiced on more than one occasion, and now he bared the bitter truth that he was seen as a monster.
Hanging his head, it seemed as though his hope for redemption was poor. Despite dedication, and despite the countless hours of contemplating his prior role, --she was going to... she was going to give him another chance. Lavender hues glanced up, his breath caught by her surprising response. What answer did he think he was going to receive? Preceding their reunion, he had given the thought that she would kill him right then and there.. which wouldn't be such a bad ending.
Standing up from his awkward position, he released her hand and pressed a buckled fist to his breast in a practiced salute. One that resembled the respect he gave her when they first met, though this time it was authentic rather than just a facade.Giving her a soft nod as a response, he committed himself to providing her aide on her endeavor. All the while, a million questions running through his mind. After a few moments of awkward silence, he took in a sharp intake of air before glancing over to the Queen.
"My Q--," he stopped, hesitating at her title. He didn't want it to be a horrid reminder of the spiteful slurs he left her with so long ago.
"Midna, may I ask, --what is it you think about people like me?" he asked before craning his head to glance down the corridor on his left. "By that I mean, people whose blood is tainted.... Your previous declaration towards a united Twilight Realm and Realm of Light was something I had not heard from you prior. Has your motives changed from eradication of Zant sympathizers?"
Midna found herself forming a half smile at the surprise written across Balthazar's face. In truth, had he shown himself to her some days prior she may have very well reacted differently. Would she have killed him? The Queen wasn't sure, not that she was in any state to even try right now. But clearly, her response had not been the one he expected. "Do not take this as if all is forgiven, that has to be earned Balthazar." she tells him simply, but not unkindly. With her hand released she folds her hands in front of her.
She doesn't miss his stop on her title but had not expected to hear her name from him. Up to this point he had been formal with her titles and respect, even when he used it to mock her the last time she had seen him.
People like him? He wondered if Midna held any disdain towards his lineage, and her lips pressed together in thought. "I do not hate people based on their birth. No one should be held accountable for their blood but by their actions. If you are upset about my conditions and words, they are based on what you have done and not what you are, Balthazar." she says, glancing at him and the unique features he possessed from his lineage.
"As for my intentions, consider it an amendment. My aim is for what is best for our people, but Zant and his followers are a blight on us and they have proven that in the past by their actions. So no, my intentions have not changed. But I have learned that there is more to this situation than simply the destruction of those I dislike. I have my entire kingdom to think about, and I believe in doing what is best for them."
Turning from Balthazar, Midna went back to the puzzle she had been working on minutes ago and then looked to the corridor ahead. "There is an artifact in this temple I seek, and from every map and record I can find it is in the far wing of this place. So we may face more of those beasts, and perhaps others."
He wasn't upset by any decision based on recent circumstances. Instead his thoughts lingered on centuries ago when he was mocked by those that aimed for Midna's disposal. The monsters he aimed to please were the same ones that prevented him from achieving anything worthwhile in his life. Balthazar realized he had been working for the wrong person. Why strive to be more of a dog and a hound that he was compared to? Why throw away morals to lick the boots of a cowardice fraud? Here was the rightful monarch that put her life on the line for her people, --her people including Balthazar.
"I believe together we can best any foe we meet," he commented softly before giving her a smile. If there was anything Balthazar was, it was a flirt. "Though, and I am merely curious, --have you thought about migrating loyal subjects here. To the Realm of Light? It may be a struggling adaptation, but would prove effective," he said, scratching the top of his head to remove lingering dirt particles from the previous fight. "--treachery is like a weed, and If you don't remove the stem, it will continue to grow provided the right environment."Which he knew alot about that.
Glancing over towards the Queen, he contemplated the layout of the temple, "Perhaps we can find either another way through, or find the solution to the puzzle?" he pointed out, though having an inkling that she already knew that.
Midna surprises herself by smiling back at Balthazar, ruby eyes glittering in the dim light of the temple. She had known it when he first joined her side and had tried to forget about it in their time apart. But there had always been something alluring to her about Balthazar. Perhaps she liked the mystery behind him, the strange look she saw in his eyes. But right now she had this temple to solve, her charming companion could wait.
"We had better hope so, for both our sakes," she teases, but with the presence of another Twili and the time to breathe Midna can feel her powers beginning to recover once more.
She's practically got her nose to a large stone monolith, reading the faded inscription on it. By the looks of the entire dungeon to her, these puzzles probably did not work as they used to. Finding a way around would probably be their best option. Midna is about to continue up through the next corridor when Balthazar asks her about the current denizens of the Twilight Realm, the ones loyal to her.
The truth of it was, she wasn't sure how many of her people still supported her. If it would even be safe to open a path here for them, or would they be safe hiding in their own realm. "Have I thought about it? Yes, but to be honest I am not sure about the number of followers in our realm are still alive. If many still are, then I fear the time to keep a path between here and the Twilight Realm could expose everyone. I believe our people could adapt, but this realm does not have the room to house many of our own. And not many of us would be able to tolerate the desert around Arbiter's Grounds." she tells him, her gaze distant in thought. "I pray that our people have the sense to stay quiet and that I work fast enough to get to them," she continues forward into the corridor carefully, watching the dust fall around her and scatter at her near silent footsteps.
"Finding another route will no doubt be quicker, though we should prepare for enemies," as she speaks, she peers through the darkness looking for an open door or something to unlock their path.
"I am curious about something, Balthazar," she starts, not taking her eyes off the path ahead, "you knew coming here--following me--could lead to your death. You have always struck me as someone practical, not willing to gamble on a losing hand and all the evidence suggested it was. So, why did you?"
Violet hues glanced at the queen as she hovered in front of the constructed pillar. She had to be merely inches away from the surface as she studied the markings it had, and he found it entertaining to watch while standing "guard". He found himself distracted by her presence much more than normal, but that did not prevent him from continuing his inquiry. "Is the isle the only landmass in this realm?" he asked quietly, as more of a curious question rather than one that needed an answer. Instead, Midna focused on reclaiming the Twilight Realm after all and showed her determination towards providing her people a safe haven.
Her curiosity peeked, even going as far to ask him about his motives, finding them just as odd as he did. Pursed lips followed with his hand scratching the back of his head. "There are fates worse than death," he simply commented, knowing the common expression may pry more questions from her, but he wasn't done, "Look, there is something I also have to tell you," he started before stopping in his tracks.
Resolved to say it through, he faced the queen, "The truth is, this whole time, .... since I introduced myself to you years ago,... I have been trying to -----" He stopped suddenly before taking a large step forward and drawing his sword. He lunged towards the queen, his sword raised at her shoulder.
But it found it's mark elsewhere. Bal pushed past the queen, shielding a similar large black blade from bearing down upon her. "--tch" he verbally expressed from the weight of the dark knight's swing. It was hard to notice these guys without being as adept with magic.
"Midna!" he cried out, the black blade pushing down on his own, driving his body to buckle under him until he was on his knees. "Do something!!"
Midna's knowledge on the Isle here was minimal, let alone what she knew of this realm outside its borders. Rumors and legends that she had read in her search for artifacts of power and in the idle time of her exile. A few things she remembers from her adventures with Link, though the entire makeup of this place was different so many years ago, only the barest of its roots remain the same. So for Balthazar's question, she can only silently shrug as she continues looking through the temple.
She attributes her curiosity towards Balthazar as a caution. His actions and his words tended to differ greatly in her mind, and she wanted to see if they might finally be aligned. And mostly in her favor. The grim expression was not exactly what she had thought he would say, and it raises her eyebrows in surprise.
Once, early into her second exile, Midna had thought quite the same of her situation. But the realization that death would mean the end, not just of her life but of what she had hoped to accomplish. In exile, she still had a chance at righting the wrongs of herself and her people.
"I am all ears," she replies, turning back to face him once more. Awaiting whatever he may have to explain. She's about to ask him if perhaps it should wait, seeing his nerves when the question dies in her throat as he lunges towards her a sword drawn in unison. Midna is startled further when he shoves her back just enough that she sees a larger dark blade slashing downwards in the air where she once stood. The sight alone steals the breath out of her lungs and she nearly doesn't react when Balthazar yells at her to do something out of shock.
Taking a few steps backward, putting distance between herself and the dark knight she begins to call up her magic once more. Hoping that she had enough of it left to stop the creature. This time around she had more of a chance to study it, find the weak points in its armor and that's where she could strike.
Tendrils of shadow magic burst forth from Midna's frame, warping around the dark temple room and striking at the dark knight. Each 'arm' aimed at the joints where its armor was weakest. Midna's forehead creases slightly with the strain to pull the creatures backward away from Balthazar and prying open a soft spot in the armor.
"You have to stab him where he's most vulnerable," Midna says, cursing harshly as her magic digs deep into the creature, slowly weakening it.
Familiar shadowy tendrils snaked around the lumbering beast, pulling the force of it's stance away from Baltahzar, giving him a chance to roll out from under the blade. The weight of the sword dropped as soon as the Assassin moved from under it, creating a large indent in the stone flooring of the temple.
Balthazar felt relieved from the continuous effort he made, but the fight wasn't over yet. Getting a grip of his blade he slid between the legs of the titan to get onto his back before jamming his scimitar into the crevice between his breast plate and his helmet. It did not feel as though his sword sliced through flesh, and instead it was similar to being engulfed by shadow. None the less, the protrusion was enough to drive the knight to it's knees before falling over in a slump, the inside of the suit slipping away into the darkness.
"They are comprised of spirits, are they not?" he asked, panting heavily. Of course it would be fair if they were, the temple was indeed called the spirit temple afterall. He was sure they would fight all manners of ghosts and ghouls in a place like this. Balthazar pressed his back against the wall and slid to the floor, leaning his head back against the cool surface. He looked back at the queen, "Are you injured my lady?"
The Queen breathes a sigh of relief when she sees Balthazar slip from the locked blade of the creature, and she's thankful that the indent on the floor wasn't him. Midna had felt the power of that strike slam the ground and travel up her bones; causing her to shudder at its strength. Despite it's failed attack on either Twili, the creature still resisted her magic fiercely and Midna focused on the concentration of her power to keep this beast pinned.
She watched as Balthazar readied himself and then slid back under the creature, driving his blade upwards and into it between the armor. Midna sighs in relief as the creature sinks to its knees and her magic dissipates into just the armored shell.
"A spirit indeed, no wonder they are so resistant to magic, and that metal armor stopping most physical blows." she replies, staring at the empty shell on the ground before them. "I pray there are not many more lurking about, perhaps we should move quickly. I'd rather not get caught unaware again." she tells Balthazar, glancing at him.
She was fine, the monster had not the time to even scratch her. It was more the physical strain on her magic, so isolated in this Realm of Light. She wondered how the Sheikah fared so well in it. Perhaps it was her kind's punishment so long ago, banished and then handicapped should they come back. "I will live, my magic is strained in this realm. And I don't know if it is the lingering of a curse once set upon me here, or a trick by the gods for coming back," she sighs, "you though, faced the spirit head on, are you alright?" there was a surprising amount of concern in her ruby eyes.
"I am more capable than I look," he said, noting the amount of worry in her tone. He hesitated before continuing with a soft sigh, --he really had to stop being an ass. "My back may be sore tomorrow from the strain, but my adrenaline keeps me on my feet."
Forcing himself to stand up from the wall, he looked around, hoping that Midna may have an idea on the layout of the temple they found themselves in; and then he got an idea. "If it is possible, I can spare you my stored magic if you have the means of siphoning. I can protect myself without the needs of shadow magic."
It may not last long but if they were to face similar beasts, then he would need her support, and she him. "Also, have you solved the puzzle that kept us here?" he asked, curious about her scholarly achievements she had while he kicked the rocks under his boots.
Midna studied Balthazar once more quickly, making sure that he would indeed be able to continue through the temple. "As long as we can finish what we've started," she teases. With the beast gone and the temple silent once more, Midna resolves herself to finish the puzzle she had started to get them through this temple.
"Could we?" she thinks about it for a moment, "Perhaps we could, I don't want to risk weakening you, however. I can regain my strength over time, and as long as we're careful I will survive." she tells him, walking back over to the monolith she had been studying.
The solution to the puzzle had been in front of her the entire time, but she hadn't noticed until defeating that beast what exactly she had to do. The light that filtered into the temple was strategic, not a testament of time. On some of these stone pillars stood old mirrors dulled with age. "I believe I have, see these pillars? Look to the top, and watch," she says, taking a deep breath and once again summoning the tendrils of shadow that grab the walls of the pillar and pull. The strength of the stone forces her to exert more power than she imagined, and the sound of stone grinding fills the room but within a few seconds there is a reflection of light between the hole in the roof and the old mirror. And the sound of a stone door opening.