Almare - The White Mirror

The trip through the mirror went as normal as any, despite Virginia’s fears that for some reason it might not. She couldn’t stop thinking over and over again of Patrick being torn from her arms again, but nothing of the sort happened. She, Wolf, and the baby arrived in Central Park without so much as a scratch, even after all their adventures. Patrick himself did feel a bit squished. However, that was probably because of how tightly Virginia had been holding him.

It was a clear, bright day when they arrived home again, much the opposite of how the weather had been when they left. The people in Welkin were in good spirits again, Virginia supposed.

The power was back on in New York City, and it seemed like it had been that way for a while. They had been gone for almost a week, and the thought weighed heavily on Virginia and Wolf’s minds that they had a lot of catching up to do. For that moment, however, they decided to take a stroll.

They wandered through the park, and then, instead of heading home, they made their way more toward lower Manhattan. It was a beautiful day for walking, and although they thought they should have been tired after all their adventures, they weren’t at all. They savored being back in the city, even Wolf, who had been growing rather fond of it. They passed tall buildings, busy people, wonderful smells, and everything good that a person can relate to a city. Before they even knew it, they had wandered down to a spot where they could see the water, and the buildings reflected on it.

Two buildings stood out from the rest, two giants who cast their reflections on the water shimmering in the sun. And may be she was more tired than she thought, or maybe she just wasn’t thinking straight at all, but she could have sworn that she saw not two skyscrapers, but a castle on the water. A beautiful castle that reached into the clouds, and really did scrape the sky, and touch heaven. Then she blinked, and it was gone.