PENELOPE’S POV

Some parts of the bridge were swallowed by the darkness, while the parts which were exposed shimmered under the moonlight. I could hear the faint splash of water under it and the whisper of leaves moving in the night air as I walked across.

The lady that came to call me stopped half way and bowed. “I'll leave you now,” she said.

I let her go, watching her walk back the same path we came through until she was out of sight. My focus returned to the remaining grounds ...