I was back in the empty field, the same field where Edor’s house was. But his cottage was no longer there.
The light of the sun was falling gently on the grass. Butterflies were flying in the open field.
My eyes fell on the corner of the field, near the huge tree, where someone was humming a melody gently.
I was mesmerized by the angelic voice, before I knew it I was following the voice.
I reached the tree, to find the source of the melodic voice. It was the same woman in the purple cloak.
She was sitting there, her back touching the tree.
“Nice seeing you back here,” she chuckled.
I sat next to her, silently.
“What will happen now?” I asked, her fingers were playing softly with the petals of a flower.
“The barrier is coming down,” she replied softly.
I inhaled a sharp breath,
