At that point in time, I was convinced that someone was with me.
"Whoever you are, come out." I turned around swiftly, channelling my energy to my hand and stick, and the blue colour of my eyes became a brighter shade.
"Sera." The voice came from behind me. A warm breathe fanned the skin of my neck, and I stood frozen in place, my energy retreated and the stick fell from my loose grasp.
What did I just hear? Had my madness started? Was my mind playing tricks on me?
"Sera." His voice was firmer this time. I turned swiftly on my feet, and I stared wide eyed at him.
"Adrian?" There he stood looking down at me with an unrecognizable expression on his face.
He was the same yet different. His silvery blonde locks were pushed up in a loose bun. He looked untouched.
Was my mind playing tricks on me by projecting his image to me? How was he alive? Didn't he die?
