*
Confusion was the only thing Sierra could feel in that moment. She stared at the fallen figure of her father, bleeding on the ground even as he tried to stand up still. And standing above him, was a man who looked exactly like him.
There was absolutely no difference between the two. It was as if someone had made a copy of her father, and now she was staring at two of them. This surely couldn’t be possible. It didn’t make any sense to her, and she stared in utter bewilderment as the man turned and looked at her. His golden eyes fell on her, and the hatred she felt coming from him was unlike anything she had ever felt. She recognised him at once.
Oberon.
He stepped away from her father, a twisted and malignant smile on his face. His lips curled into a sneer, and he tilted his head s
