We got to the border just as the wind shifted, thick with tension and the scent of something dark—unfamiliar, yet vaguely recognizable. There, standing calmly between two of our warriors, was a woman I had never seen before in my life. And yet, somehow, her aura felt... familiar. Disturbingly so.
She didn’t look like me. Not even close. Her skin was pale, almost grayish under the forest shadows. Her eyes, a strange smoky color, gleamed with something unreadable. Her build was lean, predatory. So when one of the warriors had said she looked exactly like me? I’d assumed some kind of trick or illusion. But now that I stood a few feet away from her, I realized it wasn’t about physical appearance. Her energy was eerily similar to mine—twisted, darkened, but familiar enough to make the hairs on
