Chapter 31

"Hello, Lyra." The woman looks at me, her lavender eyes look me over. She's tall, her skin pale and flawless, long and silver hair falling over her shoulders. To many she would turn eyes, to few she would be thought of as normal. She's elf, I can tell, how she holds herself and her eyes, they point towards that part of her. The elves are thought of to be the most respected, there to balance life, to make sure we are kept in check. "How do you know me?" I ask, taking a step back, watching as she offers me a soft smile. Dressed in what many would consider too old, she wears a long dress, one of pure white and makes her appear to be out of time. She's the person who has been watching me when I run in the woods, the mysterious pair of eyes that make me cautious out there. "I've seen you, twice, your eyes at least. I've seen you watching me." She nods. "I'm just an observer." "I don't believe that," I mumble, watching as she looks over her