Lorelei

The mist was the first thing I noticed. Soft, silver, swirling around my ankles like water. I stood in a place I didn't recognize—not the citadel, not Black Mist, not anywhere I had ever been. The ground beneath my feet was soft, almost springy, covered in grass that glowed faintly in the dim light.

And then I saw her.

She was standing at the edge of a clearing, her back to me, her hair the same dark shade as mine, falling in waves down her shoulders. I knew that silhouette. Knew ...