It was an afternoon in Simharian.
The capital city was bathed in a golden glow, and although it could be hot for some people, the temperature was perfect for the Simharians.
Golden flags danced in the wind as perfume-laced air curled around everyone's senses. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the surroundings as everyone kept moving as they were supposed to.
To the ordinary folk walking the streets of the capital, there was nothing out of place—no grand procession nor an announcement of royalty.
But a group of people were walking past the crowd under a spell called the shadow veil, unnoticed by everyone.
No one could see them or sense them.
They were Alex, Zahara, Lilia, and Mira, moving through the vibrant city like ghosts of a world that had once breathed flame and silk.
Now, however, another figure had joined them.
Sophie.
