How did he do this?
His voice echoed inside her mind as her eyes took in the beauty before her eyes.
The meadow.
Her precious place stood before her in its dignified beauty. The place where she visited, where the memories with her brother breathed.
The place that she thought lost was now standing before her in its mighty glory. The entire meadow remained untouched as if the battle weeks ago didn't happen. Her lips trembled when she saw the baby's breath flowers swaying in the cold breeze on top of a pile of snow.
In the middle of the meadow, stood the white pavilion with pale pink flowers gliding all over the corners.
Her feet involuntarily moved as she walked in the pathway clear of snow. Her royal blue cloak trailed behind her, giving off a beautiful contrast against the snow.
'Everything was the same'
