23
Agatha
The moment still doesn’t seem real. After so many years of hoping and waiting, I’m watching the Moonbeam Mirror come alive with magic.
The azure light transforms into an image. Although the picture is all in shades of blue, it’s clear that it shows a handsome man with long dark hair, high cheekbones and a strong jawline. There’s no missing how he was the distinctive ears of an elf. In terms of clothes, he wears a simple velvet robe while a thin ringlet encircles his head. It’s a crown.
Behind him, I see the same chamber that I stand in today, only this one is a mess of elves racing about, some with satchels on their backs. Others wear full body armor and march along in neat rows. Somehow, I know that I’m looking into the past. Even better, I know what time I’m viewing as well
