Yorda nodded. "Very well." She continued to lead Neirenn around the city; it seemed they had been traveling for quite some time now, but she didn't mind. She loved to wander about and do as she pleased; it never got old for her. "Not many have seen this," she told the other girl, "but I have elsewhere."

Where? On her island, where the queen - that was, Yorda's own mother - had ruled. The queen had drawn Yorda into her own darkness, but when Yorda had awoken, she had been dead.