Zelena.
“Mother?” I whispered,
“Hello, daughter of mine” she said back. Her gentle ethereal voice echoed around the room. Even in the darkness, her skin glowed. The silk of her white dress fluttered in the non-existent breeze, and her pure white hair hung in a straight curtain down her back.
“Is this the Ethereal Plane?” I asked her and looked back down at Aurora’s broken body.
“No” she answered.
“A dream then?” I questioned,
“Not a dream, child, a memory” she sang quietly.
“Who’s memory?” I asked, looking up at her beautiful face.
“Mine” she answered sadly.
“Mine” she answered sadly. She’s showing me her memories, but why. But if she was here, with Aurora, that means she was visiting her too. Just like she did with me when I was this age. If I’m right, why didn’t she say anything
