The Golden Arrow Part Seven of Ten The journey to the ancient ruins was a difficult one. Treize and Lady Une were forced to pose as husband and wife. Dermail was at their backs every second, threatening them with their very lives. At last, they reached the ruins. The gray weather-worn stones shot high above them to the heavens. Around the altar was a maze. Anne glanced at Dermail, to see if the maze fazed him, but he remained unmoved. He lead them through the maze with confidence. At the very center of the altar was a slit where the arrow was to be placed. As they reached the altar, Duke Dermail pulled the golden arrow out of his bad and handed it to Lady Anne. "Go to the altar and place the golden arrow into the slit on the center." He commanded. Lady Anne slowly approached the altar. Her white dress glimmered as though moonlight shone upon it. Her unbound hair fell around her face, making her face even more pale by contrast. She carefully placed the arrow into the slit. They waited... And waited.