Ionora's POV :
I could feel the familiar pull of a distant memory encasing me as I was dropped on the balcony of a huge house which looked more like a palace than anything. Looking down from the balcony, I see the garden where the little me had talked to Marrise earlier. So this was the house little me ran into.
I could hear the faint sounds of someone opening drawers and cupboards from the room near me. Slowly pushing open the French windows, I walk inside the room which was lit dimly by the moonlight from the windows. I could see the faint silhouette of 'little' Ionora rummaging around looking fervently for something.
Suddenly, there was the slowly increasing sound of footsteps and the kid stopped searching and quickly ran to the bed and dived under the blankets. In seconds, she was s
