The door swung open, a chill of anticipation and fear crawling down Enya’s back.

“Too late to turn back now,” she told herself.

On the other side of the door appeared an elf but one without a sword. This elf appeared in flowing robes that cinched at the waist the way an elegant dress would. It was an elf Enya recognized.

“Weaver!” Enya said with relief.

Enya stood dumbfounded, a mountain of burden leaving her shoulders as she ...