[What do you plan to do now?]
Edda's voice echoed in my head as I sat on the mountain range at the center of the forest, the book from the labyrinth in my hand.
"What do you mean?" I replied, puzzled.
[I mean with this girl.]
At her words, my eyes instinctively moved downwards.
Grace lay with her head on my lap, sleeping peacefully.
Her blonde hair spilled across my legs, and her hands clutched onto one of my arms, holding it close.
"What about her?" I asked softly as I brushed her hair away from her face.
[You know she isn't in her right mind.]
"Hmm, are you talking about her mother?" I replied as I continued to read the book.
[Yeah, things will be hectic when she knows about them.]
Hmm...
Well, even if I want to, the truth about her mother will come into view someday.
When that happens, someone will die.
