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head, and not
whispering through the trees like before.
    “I hear someone,” she said, but even to her
own ears, her voice sounded far away and distant. Azoth’s face
became shadowy as he too slipped farther and farther away, like he
was being sucked inside a tunnel.
    “ Diana, come with me, you must come and
see ,” the voice said.
    Azoth’s face became panicked. He cried out
her name, but Diana couldn’t understand why or what his problem was
as she was pulled into a state of semi-consciousness.
    It was like the softest, warmest, most
snuggly blanket was wrapped around her, and she didn’t want to
struggle against it, or ever leave its warmth. A moment ago, she’d
been wishing for the comfort of her mother’s arms, and this was
nearly as good.
    Her eyes became droopy, her thoughts slowing
down. She would’ve dozed off had it not been for the things she
saw.
    Her. A woman who looked exactly like her,
only, not. There were some minor differences, but it was definitely
a look-a-like. Could have even passed for a twin.
    One of those differences being the hair.
Instead of the dark gold color Diana had, the woman's hair was
glittery white, platinum blond. That, and she had no pink scar
between her eyes.
    Her hair was braided down to nearly her waist
with tiny flower blossoms woven into the strands. She wore some
sort of ye old English gown with long trumpet lace sleeves and a
square neckline, only, Diana was pretty sure that no gown from the
medieval times was made of that pretty, pearl-white, shimmery
material. It just wasn't a practical color.
    More fresh blossoms seemed to sprout along
her gown and trumpet sleeves, and tiny black spiders crawled along
her hem.
    Weird. This was too weird.
    Feeling a slight bit of courage mixed in with
her curiosity, Diana squinted her eyes and stepped closer, but the
other her didn't even seem to notice her presence as she observed
the gown. The other Diana seemed too preoccupied with staring off
into the distance, studying something that Diana herself, the real
her, couldn't see. The images from this spell, memory, whatever it
was, didn't seem to stretch that far out. Was she looking out a
window? Onto some fresh and lively garden? Maybe she really was
just staring into space.
    Diana looked away and put her focus back onto
what she could see. The strange gown. It took a second for her to
realize that the spiders were actually weaving the gown as she—the
other her—wore it, and all the shimmer came from tiny dew drops
that had formed along the material, and the blossoms.
    It must be early morning then , she
thought.
    The little blooming pink, white and blue
flowers, hadn't been picked and placed on the gown and in her hair
for decoration. They were growing right out of it, even from
the hair, which was curled over a pair of delicately pointed
ears.
    Diana stepped back. She looked up at her
twin's head. The dainty tiara that rested there wasn't made out of
leaves and twigs or anything. It look made of silver and gold with
actual diamonds.
    Diana had mice and birds and insects who
visited her regularly, sometimes offering gifts, other times just
dropping in to say hello. As well as they could with no vocal
cords, that is. She used to jokingly compare herself to a Disney
princess. Was the reality not that far off?
    "No way."
    "Diana!"
    She turned, so did her twin. Diana didn't
recognize the man calling her name, and for a second as he ran
towards them, she thought someone was coming to take her out of
this strange dream.
    The skinny man with black hair and robes
didn't run to her, he ran to her twin instead. Her twin's face was
hardly a happy one as they joined hands.
    "I just heard the news. Are they truly to
marry you to a dragon?" The man's eyes—purple, now that she could
see—were wide. The whites went all around those oddly colored
irises.
    The other her lowered her head, her throat
working in what must have been a painful swallow. "Yes. I have been
told he is a lord, a