I opened my eyes to see the canvas roof of a tent above me.
What the actual frick just happened?
What the actual frick just happened?“Good morning.”
I turned my head to find the source of the voice. It was the singer, or whatever she was, from the reception. Morning? My eyes went to the entrance of the tent, and I saw sunlight peeking through the cracks around the cloth door.
“What happened?” I asked her.
“Are you alright?” I could hear the worry in Emma’s voice. She was sitting on a nearby chair next to a table of food.
“I think so,” I assured her, then I looked back to the singer.
“You gave the blessing of the Great Mother to the newlyweds,” the woman answered. “You touched them with her power. And you produced the Sword of Light.”
Sword?
Sword?“Okay. How did I do all that, exac
