Felicity awoke to white.
Pure, absolute white.
It wasn't light, not exactly. There was no source, no sun or candle, just a blank radiance that stretched endlessly in all directions. The air was still. Weightless.
Her brows furrowed as she turned in a slow circle. "... Hello?"
Her voice echoed softly, swallowed by nothing.
'Please don't tell me it's boredom I have to combat!' she pleaded inwardly.
Then, a soft chime sounded.
[Her journey began at 12 years of age.]
Before she could question it, the whiteness rippled and the world shifted around her.
She blinked and found herself standing inside a palace chamber. Marble floors, golden trims, ornate banners… she recognized the style instantly. She'd been here on multiple visits.
The Palace of Ravenshade.
And there, in the center of the room, sat a small girl.
"… Hello?" Felicity tried again, stepping closer. Her voice didn't carry. The sound vanished into the air, as if the world refused to acknowledge her.
