Chance Meeting

Cara stepped over the guard's corpse. His face was badly burnt, his head cracked open. Either he'd been smacked over the head with a torch or there was magic at work. There were corpses everywhere, someone had taken the Dark Wizard's stronghold. Recently.

Her hand moved for the knob of the door, but her fingers slipped through the metal, making small ripples like the surface of water. She poked it again, and when nothing jumped out at her, she stepped through it, into the darkness.