The light goes out when the door behind Celeste and me closes. There is nothing visible except a hint of embers. I stand still, trying to adjust to the lack of light sources and ready myself for a fight. Celeste moves around.
“I can’t see anything. What are you doing, Celeste?”
I do not know who or what is in the room with us. Do I share the room with a real or fake Wolfprincess? I can be alone, for all I know.
“I’m making a portal,” Celeste answers me.
“You can do that?” I ask, not believing my ears, and the stone in my gut grows heavier.
Why didn’t I listen to myself when I realized this Celeste wasn’t the princess? I have no more doubts about it; I’m currently shut inside a room with an elf. This is why Mother Grey was sad. She had to sacrifice me to save the rest of them. I’m unsu
