Runa fell down in the middle of the circle. The mist had disappeared, as was Lucille's figure.
She stared blankly at the room around her, then her gaze fell on the edge of the circle. The symbols beneath her slowly faded before disappearing completely, as if they had never been there.
Was it a dream? Runa hoped it was just a dream.
If she had known that her last meeting with her mother would be the ruin of her memory, she would not have done it.
Runa's hand moved, and she flinched when her fingertips touched something cold.
She twisted her neck and saw a sword lying at her feet.
A sword as clear as glass, with a hilt that gleamed like a jewel.
She didn't want to touch it.
Runa dragged her body back as far as possible and when she was about to fall backward, suddenly Arden was behind her and caught her from falling.
Runa turned her head over her shoulder and looked up, and when she saw Arden, her eyes filled with tears.
