Chapter 71

Blue eyes like ice. Hair like snow. A demeanor as hard and serious as the Guide herself. Iphigenia watches me as I sit up.

We're in the Plane of the Dead, the meadow. But there is no sight of Hekate or Ariella. It's only me and my alter-ego.

"I...How can we look alike?" My head spins as I watch my mirror image step towards me. Her mouth is set, and she is far sterner than I am. Her silent presence is intimidating, whereas mine is easily passed over.

"I don't need to answer that for you-but you are me. Just like the Death Prophets before you." Her eyelashes are crisp white, and her lips are pale blue. She is Death. "I've waited a long time for this day, Alora."

"To meet?"

"To be free."

She is dressed in a silk robe that trail behind her in wisps. Just like Hekate, she seems to glide along the ground, though her bare feet crunch against the grass unlike the Moon Goddess. Her arms are clasped in front of her, shoulders rolled back, and chin up like she can perfectly balance an egg on the