Frisca's POV
Walking over the soft snow and making my way out to the main road I turned around to see the hollow tree. This was the very tree that had taken me to the future, a different world, a world where destiny brought me closer to the things I had only read in stories.
The remaining dry leaves rustled in unison as the wind forced the branches to sway to its rhythm. It was evening and I stood there for what felt like an eternity, wondering if it really had to end that way. Running my fingers over zaphara I recollected all the moments that I had spent in the future. A tear fell and glided down Zaphara’s blade.
“I thought we had something,” I whispered and turned to walk away. With Zaphara in its dagger form, I shoved it inside my zipped sweater and walked at my own pace. I came o
