Four winters had come and gone, each carving its mark upon the land and its people. The world had changed in ways both subtle and stark, and so had I.
I got down from my bed and stretched my body hearing the satisfying pops and stifled a yawn as I pushed my long hair back.
I was at Aurelius mansion so, I was in Reina's form and it almost took me by surprise as I saw myself.
I caught my reflection in the mirror as I walked by and stopped for a moment taking in the reflection staring back at me. Time had carved its traces upon me—not in wear, but in transformation.
Reina Minerva Aurelius.
The woman in the mirror was no longer a girl.
