Heather

My fears, my nightmares have turn to reality. Mara, as the rumors says. Mara is not dead.

"But how? What happened?" I murmered.

I blinked slowly, unable to process the sight before me. It made no sense. Mara stood in the front of the mansion, head bowed meekly as guards surrounded her with pikes trained on her heart. Her face was humbled, even frightened. But undeniably here in the flesh.

"It could not be. I had watched them lower her cold body into the earth myself years ago," A maid whispered in awe. Too late to beg answers or redemption.

"This specter wearing her face must be illusion or...