The path felt endless, Cedric started with steady steps to the gazebo until he ran out of patience, his feet started moving fast and he ran
His heart slowed down with his speed reducing as he approached the crystal gazebo. Flowers lined the way; it stood in the middle of the lake and in the centre was a table.
Her ginger hair flowed down covering the seat, her back was against him as she calmly watched the lake in front of her. "Abrielle..." He called out, her shoulders froze and she refused to look at him.
Guilt and fear. She didn't understand much, aside from when she died, she found herself in an enchanting palace. The servants called it Cassius's home
This was the land of the gods but what she didn't understand at first was why her soul looked like Abrielle and not Hazel.
She had not gotten the chance to speak to any of the high gods about what she vaguely knew Cedric was facing judgment.
