Annabelle woke up to find herself surrounded by familiar faces. Her Sisters were present but so were her children and grandchildren! They were in a large hall that was similar to the fortress she had once lived in.
She thought that due to the fact it had a much lower ceiling and more ornate wooden supports with fresh carvings preparing for formations to be applied.
She also saw many beds holding wounded but there were no funeral shrouds nor the sadness of loss. It meant no one had died!
"Thank the spirits." Her words croaked out but a bright ball of blonde hair sprinted over with a smile and tears.
"Mom!" Sally crushed her but Annabelle had no complaints. She patted her daughter's head. Water was given by Mira as the rest cheered her return to the land of the living.
