Golem Thalia.

Golem Callista.

Golem Althea.

And so forth. Every lady, every maiden I stroll of their footsteps, following the identical path.

Mud.

Cast.

Painted.

Positioned.

Forgotten.

And there sits one empty throne within the deepest crevasses of the library.

Golem Pandora.

The thought catches in my throat.

Opening my eyes, I am not within the throne.

Blinking my eyes, every thing felt fuzzy.

Am I in a backyard?

This was no backyard that I keep in mind though I really feel that I ought to. With every blink, my imaginative and prescient appears to clear. It seems to be like one which could possibly be within the palace. From the stonework to the crops, to the statues. All the things seems to be to be of the Caelum.

Getting into the backyard, I sigh as I look over the acquainted sights and smells. Following the winding path, I stray via the grasses and flowers to the bench. As I sit, I overlook the small pond.

“Ari,” I whisper. Twirling round, I stared into my sanctuary. Ears craving for my good friend.

However solely whispers of wind ripple throughout the grass.

All of it felt so odd. Like I am in a imaginative and prescient. A dreamworld however I don’t perceive what I am meant to be on the lookout for.

Swallowing onerous, my throat feels prefer it’s closing on itself. My chest aches as I look over the backyard.

“Arista,” I state a bit louder. “This isn’t humorous. Please come out and speak with me.”

Not even a sound from her.

“Arista!” My shouts change into extra frantic. “You stated you wouldn’t depart me!”

The place might she be?

“Sure?” Turning to my aspect, I see her. Her physique is fainter than regular. However I assume it’s due to exhaustion. Rolling her head to me, she will be able to hardly maintain herself up. Slouched towards the bench. Her face is hole. Darkish circles below her eyes. Her kind is pale just like the mist. Like she was not totally right here.

Round her head is a crown of blooming flowers. Vibrant and vivid. Strung collectively like those she and I’d make each summer season.

“What’s flawed Ari? Are you okay?” I questioned my good friend.

Sighing loudly, she replies, “Not so nice.”

Why is she being so secretive?

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