by Alexia Purdy
“Shade.”
“Who’s there?”
“Shade, it’s us, your spirit guides. You must hurry! The Unseelie court moves to stop you. You must get to the fountains tomorrow and retrieve the magic waters quickly!”
“What then? What do I do with it? Where do I go? How do I get back to the Guildrin Caves?”
They smiled at her with their ethereal faces and smooth hair infinitely suspended in midair like there was a silent, unseen wind that blew just for them.
“You will know. Dylan is waiting for you. He needs you, Shade. You and only you can save him.”
“Where is he?” Shade furrowed her brow at the sisters, worry permeating her thoughts.
“Just follow your path. It will take you straight to him. Remember, when all is dark, you are your own light. Don’t forget the stones Ilarial gave you. They can make a path where none can be seen.”
Shade looked at them, her face filled with confusion. Why was it they never made sense? Their faces left no hint of what exactly they meant. She shouted out to them, but her voice was gone. They shook their heads and smiled, waving a goodbye. Shade screamed to them but felt the gray and the darkness grow around her, obscuring them from her sight.