“Miristal... I’ve always liked stories about her. Cassius told me the ancient legends, and at night, I had dreams,” Lathea tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled a little at her own memories and the pain that was still trying to tear apart her soul. “I dreamed about gardens that look like the night itself and about people who look like the stars.”
Hadjar said nothing. He didn’t want to admit that Lathea’s words caused an echo in his mind, as if he had seen something similar before as well.
“Miristal died, didn’t she?”
Hadjar nodded. “She fought in the War of the Heavens and the Earth, when the Black General went to war against the gods for the second time.”
“I’ve heard that she tried to save him from the stone coffin where he now sleeps for all eternity, but she died.”
“It’s a
