Chapter 66

The white dress she wears seems to fall upon her body effortlessly, reminding me of the paintings of goddesses as their white gowns were thin and blew in the wind. Her dress sweeps the floor, sleeveless gown revealing the detail of the silver paint the elves brushed upon her skin in intricate constellation and leaf designs as Keva added her own traditional look to Lyra's gown. The dainty crown made of jasmine, magnolia, cherry blossom flowers placed softly upon her head as those eyes look across to me, a soft smile growing across her face. We made it out alive that deadly day over a month ago, Lyra barely able to walk the moment we made out of the lake, her body weak as I relied on Nile to help me carry her the way back to where I informed Keva we would meet her. Nile swore to never tell a soul he had seen or fought beside Lyra on the battlefield, knowing the dangers of rumor spreading of her existence. It took Lyra a couple of weeks to recover from her injuri