SILVER’S POV
The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn’t awake. Not in the real world, anyway.
Everything around me was too perfect—too strange. I stood in the middle of a long hallway that looked like it had been pulled out of a fairytale or a history book. The walls stretched high and wide, lined with tall arched windows veiled in sheer white curtains that billowed gently, even though there was no breeze I could feel.
Golden sconces held flickering candles, their light dancing against the polished marble floor. The ceiling above was impossibly tall and decorated with faded murals of ancient battles and ethereal beings watching from the skies.
My footsteps didn’t echo. I didn’t even feel the floor under me. I felt like I was floating on air, even though I was clearly standing.
Then
