"Concentrate Red, don't get distracted by my beautiful presence." Archer said.
Such a narcissist, she thought.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate but her mind wandered elsewhere.
It played so vividly in her head, the night she won.
The herald had beckoned her forward when suddenly the flask as well as her timepiece from her pocket disappeared. It mysteriously appeared in the herald's hands and she saw how meticulously they peered into the fragile container. Inspecting the flask and touching every detail carved into the handheld clock. The herald descended from the tree with a light foot, its robes and hair fluttering in mid-air.
'Congratulations Ruby Rose Springfield, you have bested four other candidates in this trial. You weren't the first to collect moon dust, but you have gathered more than what was enough to last you a year. I have examined the flask and its contents and you have passed without a single doubt.' It offered the items back and Red took them gingerly.
