A witch at my side and a whole future of possibilities ahead, I take in a deep breath, knowing that this could possibly bring back the one thing in life I had loved and lost.
There she is, death unable to drain her of her youthful beauty. Brunette locks that fall to her waist, the crown of a Queen placed on her head, and those eyes I once always wished I could look at forever are shut. An eternal slumber, unknowing of the disturbance that will pluck her from the afterlife and back into the world that has not finished serving her.
Hand reaching out, my fingers press against her cold back, pulling in into my warmth as I can feel the tugging at my heart and soul. The pain that erupts as well, for all magic has a price that cannot be paid off with a simple currency.
Lyra was never ready to
