Both Anna and Lucian followed it as they stood in front of a grave.
"Annabelle Ashborn."
Anna read out loud. The fireball was hovering above the grave. Lucian's eyes were fixed on the photo of the girl on the tombstone. It was a little dirty and he couldn't see the face properly. He squatted down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
Anna was standing there looking at her own grave where her old body resides. She didn't know what to feel at that moment. Everything was so surreal, something she wouldn't have believed.
Anna just kept looking at the grave without any emotions on her face.
Lucian took a handkerchief and wiped the dirt from the photo. A beautiful face with blonde hair came into view. Her soft features were calm. The smile on her pink lips wasn't dazzling but it had some calmness in it. Very different from the face she poses now.
