She was… gorgeous. She had long, silky, dark brown hair that covered her face and she was wearing a long white flowy dress. A chill ran down my spine as her voice said, “Child of the king, daughter of the queen. Rosette White, what is the purpose of your visit?”

What was the purpose of my _visit_? Well, this ghost lady had to sort herself out. _I_ wasn’t _visiting_. She had brought me here to this strange place. The woods? The underworld? It didn’t matter. What mattered was what I would say next. I didn’t want to anger her, I just said, “I’d like to offer help,”

My words were met with silence. Well, I had done it. That was so Rose to do. I didn’t like the silence. I was about to surrender. _Just do it_, _don’t make me wait._

Maybe that was what she was doing. Cruelly making me wait for her to kill me. She turned and floated away. I was shaking so hard. I looked at my arm. Goosebumps. Then, suddenly I was lifted off the ground, my golden hair flailing as I spun around and around. As I landed back in Almazar, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. My once tidy hair was frizzy, messed up, and static. I had cuts from walking in the… _Where had I been? _How would I explain this to Mother and Father? Whatever, I was gone from that place. Hopefully forever…