I was back at the meadow again where I met the lady. However, this time there are no green grasses or blue skies. The land began to dry and sky is gloomy, like a strong storm is coming. I felt a breeze of the wind in my side as the lady appeared beside me. She still looks so beautiful but her eyes reflect grief and her skin are paler than before. She is looking at the horizon where the clouds started to form gray and thunders roar. A storm is really coming and it’s a big one.
“Who really are you?” I asked out of nowhere, still looking at the clouds.
“The balance.” She answered. Of course. She then turned to me and I felt her hands on my shoulder. I glanced at her and saw her sad smile.
“My father wanted to get to you. And that spell…why?” I asked knowing that she knew what I am talking
