The woods were so quiet that Analice could hear the sound of her own breathing as she took a moment to collect herself. Recounting the story with every minute detail brought back the intense emotions and made it feel like she was experiencing everything all over again.
"It's okay," Dahlia said softly, reaching out to gently touch Analice's hand. "You don't have to continue if you don't want to." She could see the pain etched in Analice's eyes, and it pained her to know all that she had been through.
"No – I'm fine… I'm fine." Analice shut her eyes and drew in a sharp breath before continuing. "After
"Dahlia dear, I told you this because you look just like him… A Klaroz." She lovingly stroked Dahlia's cheeks. "The hair, the eyes, the powers – everything."
"What does that –"
"There's more." Analice cut in before Dahlia could finish her question. "It's not just the powers, Dahlia… You look just like him – or to be exact, just like his twin sister."
