Levyn cannot take her eyes off your face. She knows you—has dreamt of you for the last twelve years. The war had separated you from each other. Elves, like her, fighting humans, like you.

“You remember our spot,” Levyn says. Your features are so similar and so different. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”

After the war had ended, she’d come back to the tree where the two of would play. Perhaps in an attempt to say goodbye, but here you stand.