Miranda's POV
She could see me.
That was the only thing I thought about as I glanced at her. It was my own turn to be rooted to the spot.
"Welcome, daughter of dusk," she repeated again, and I found my voice.
"Daughter of… dusk?" I repeated, my voice trembling as I spoke. "What… what does that mean? Where am I?"
She didn't speak again, her lips curled into a small smile.
That was when I realized that the hundreds of people flanked by her sides were now going on their knees, bowing with their foreheads touching the ground, and they were all chanting the same thing.
"Welcome, daughter of dusk, the one foretold."
"Welcome, daughter of dusk, the one foretold."
"Who are you people?" I yelled, glancing around, my heart slamming hard against my chest.
I felt very scared, but they either didn't hear me or didn't care as they continued chanting the same thing, although it sounded more like whispers than chants.
