POV: Lila
It was a blur on the way back to the Order's stronghold. The weight of the pendant's disclosure and the broken realities regarding Mira caused my mind to race. As I got closer, the guards at the entrance straightened and their eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the well-known stone walls.
One of them exclaimed, "Lila?" "We thought you were..." "Dead?" I raised an eyebrow in interruption. "Not quite."
The big hall was filled with whispers. Like wildfire, word got out about my return. Warriors and elders assembled, their eyes a mixture of surprise and interest. Elder Marcus moved forward, his silver hair shining in the torchlight.
He said, "Lila," in a controlled tone, "we feared the worst." I looked him in the eye. "I'm not that easy to kill."
The throng echoe
