*Eliza*
Taking it easy was easier said than done with the harvests and the Moon Ball approaching. My mother kept a close watch on me, though, and wouldn’t let me help too much. I was limited to tasks that I could perform while sitting down.
I sat at a table folding napkins neatly around silverware, making them neat little packages. The napkins added quite a decorative flourish.
“Eliza, Eliza….”
I looked up as several of the older kids, in their mid-teens, came running up to me where I sat.
“What is it?”
They smiled at me and looked at me with bright, gleaming eyes.
“Is it true that you went to the Dark Realm?”
“Yes, it is true.” I laughed and continued folding the napkins.
My hands were starting to cramp up from the repetitive folding.
“Are you mated to the Dark King’s brother?” another asked.
I giggled and nodded. “You guys seem to know a lot about me.”
“We want to know everything you did in the Dark Realm.”
“Can you tell us the story?”
