Chapter 47 The Strange Figure

• Freya sat on a rock beside the brook, her legs dangling above the water's surface. But the tranquil nature of the flow against her skin and the warmth of the sun did nothing to the ache in her heart. Her gaze lay flatly on the stream ahead, seeing nothing but the pangs of nostalgia shattered within her mind.
• The air grew cold with the dipping sun. Signifying that night approached. Freya shivered, the chill running into her bones, bringing her arms around herself. She couldn't stay here forever. She had to go back to Lucian.
• Freya rose from the rock with a sigh as she gazed out at the brook a last time. Shining on the waters was the light of the moon, now fading.