ELIJAH's POV
I rose and received the shining cloth from her. You would think, with all the years that have passed, the clothes would be dusty, with holes in them. But I suppose the witches did their best to take good care of it.
"That was the task?" I asked, my voice sounding hoarse to my own ears, "playing on a memory that haunts me?" I knew the witches were annoying, but I didn't know they could be so cruel.
"It's not enough to have a memory we regret, we must face it, and make peace with it. It hurts less when we face it." the witch said, and with a wave of her hand, the door behind me opened up.
"You may leave. Elijah, with the tender heart. You have proven yourself."
I didn't say anything. In truth, I didn't have the right words anyway.
When I walked out of the room, A flash of
