Lucian could feel that his wings were tiring from the flying. He was still thinking about the whole situation with Gadrial. If she were reincarnated correctly then they would not have this small problem with her.
Gadrial was clutching his shirt tightly. She stood in the garden of her mind once more and she looked around confused. She could feel that something was terribly wrong with her but she could not put her finger on it.
Her eyes focused on something that stood in the middle of the maze. This drew her attention and she started weaving between the roses. She was almost to the shadow when it turned around and she let out a small gasp.
"Who are you?"
The shadow cocked its head and stepped into the light, "I am you."
"How can you be me?" Gadrial asked, not hiding the surprise in her voice.
