Is This Real?

Eira and Damon glided down the hallway in long strides as I slumped along behind them; my mind in a blur. My mother and father were never friendly to me, but I still loved them and the thought they knew about this wrapped my brain in barbed wire causing a migraine. We reached the end of the mossy stone hall and came to an abrupt stop in front of a massive painting that covered the entire wall. The painting was of a tall wrinkly old man in royal blue robes. The plaque that was hung on the crumbling wooden frame said ‘General Fontaine 1802-1856’

“How is the picture of some dead general going to prove anything Eira?” Damon snapped

“I understand you are frustrated Damon but remember whose land you are one, and watch your tone when you speak to me. Our friendship will only get you so far.” She snapped back before placing her delicate fingers beneath the frame pulling it away from the wall exposing a large iron gate. She reached into her grey dress and pulled a long skeleton key from betwe