AYLA’S POV
The entrance to the garden was something I couldn’t even imagine in my wildest dreams—pillars of white marble with black marble walls. Gold and silver plants that I’d never seen before lined the edges, and glowing lights drifted throughout the air as if fireflies were lazily going about their day. But when I neared one, there were no bugs in the lights. It was just that, a ball of light. The gate had golden swirling designs, and above it, etched in a white marble beam, was stated: 'Garden of Hesperides.'
On either side of the gate stood two identical statues, each depicting a woman. Their gowns, though possibly made of marble, shimmered in the light, but no movement came from the slight breeze that seemed to take over when we neared the gate. Each woman wore a stony gaze that
