When I opened my eyes again, the sun was shining down warmth and light while a hand was running its fingers through my hair. Sense slowly returned to me, and I looked up into a face I knew but couldn’t recognize.
I had never seen it smiling before, nor seen that golden hair shining in the sun.
“What happened?” I asked
She laughed, a free and happy laugh.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
I turned my head and saw the ruins of the castle lying all around us.
“I don’t think the ritual went off,” I said.
“No,” she agreed.
