From within my thoughts a faint voice trickles my thoughts back into reality.
"That," says a familiar voice musingly. "Is a very interesting crown you have yourselves. How awfully peculiar that it is here at such a time. And even more peculiar that you have it, Kal- where on earth did you find it?"
Both our heads whip round in cognitive unison.
As soon as I see the figure there, coiled in black shadows and wreathed in darkness like some sort of extremely handsome reaper, I crack a grin.
