EMMA
"You have to let us through!"
Silence.
"The gods have it! She's my daughter!"
The outburst is a shrill shriek that pulls me out of unconsciousness. There's softness beneath me and the next thing I register is a parched throat. My eyes flutter open slowly. I am unable to make sense of the scene before me for what seems like a solid hour. I'm that confused. Or perhaps my brain must not be functioning properly.
I'm in a room straight out of a victorian era. There are gilded sconces, stone walls and dated tapestries. My head is spun further when I make out the aggravated woman standing in front of Rylan.
She's dressed in a ball gown.
The shimmering bodice tapers down to a lush skirt. The flared fabric cascades down in laters of tulle and soft lace. Her hair is done in an outrageous
