Sylvia found herself in her secret place before it was time for the fourth sacrifice. Her raven didn't accompany her because he wanted some time for herself.
Sitting on the rock platform, Sylvia was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, its silvery light casting long shadows that danced in rhythm with Sylvia's melancholic thoughts.
No matter the years that had passed, Sylvia found her mind running back through the memory lanes only to land her in the place that she both loathed and admired at the same time.
Larnwick, a land where magic flowed like a river through the veins of the earth, held tales of the Ibsen sisters and their innocent childhood, which was more dramatic than many of the other children in Larnwick.
The air was thick with nostalgia, and Sylvia's mind wandered back to her childhood. The only pleasant and treasured part of her childhood was her twin sister.
