that never happens to me, though...

The swirling of my mind, trying to accept the appearance of -- this traveller -- or guardian, of sorts, must have been plain to see.  She stood, poised, still not completely present, but indisputably real, smiling at my shock and confusion.  "It's a lot to take in, but you have to trust me, we cannot tarry here any longer."

I focused on her outstretched hand, ignoring the feelings that swept through me when she called me, "Princess Ginny."  The gloved fingers twitched, then froze.  My eyes returned to hers, just as the smile of reassurance morphed into something completely horrifying...

The End

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