Ophelia
I opened my eyes to see a beautiful golden sky over a golden city. The highest building glinted in the sun. Once upon a time, a thriving grove surrounded the kingdom, but now the trees were blackened and dead. There was a shadow that seemed to creep across the realm. Elfame was dying.
“Hello?” I called out. “Is anybody here?”
“Greetings, my Queen,” a voice spoke behind me, and I turned to see the most ancient fairy in existence, the Oracle. She seemed to be opaque as if she wasn’t here in person, kind of like a hologram.
“Hello,” I said. “Where am I?”
“You do not recognize your kingdom?” she asked.
“Yes, I see it’s Elfame, but I wasn’t here when I fell asleep,” I said. “Is this a dream?”
“Or a vision,” the Oracle replied, and I looked closer at her. Her eyes were milky white
