The Queen’s Truth
The woman with a glow looked at them with eyes that were really sad.
"My children..."
Her voice was very soft.
Every word was loud and clear like the mountain wanted to hear it too. Aria could not breathe. She knew the Queen's face. Not because she remembered meeting the Queen, but because she had drawn that face many times without knowing why. The woman from her dreams, the one whose smile always went away before Aria woke up.
The woman she thought was her imagination. The woman was real.
Tears came to Aria's eyes.
"Mother?"
The Queen's face changed.
"Oh, my little moon."
"I wish I could hold you one time."
Aria took a step forward without thinking. Her hand went right through the Queen's golden picture. It was not a ghost. It was not really the Queen. It was
