~Voridian~
“What the hell!” Elowen shouted beside me. She was just as shocked as I was—because there were other versions of us riding on horses. They were dressed in golden armor, and each was holding a sword. Identical swords. We both exchanged looks and turned back to the sight before us.
“What the hell are they?” I didn’t even realize I had asked the question aloud until the two women behind us chuckled. “Why are you laughing?” I asked them, frowning.
They pointed to themselves and then to the armored versions of us. “They are both of you—in a war that is happening soon. And the swords in their hands are us,” they moved in sync and chuckled again.
I gave them a questioning look, still having no idea what they meant or what they were trying to say.
I looked back at the other version
