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“I don’t want to be here! Help, please…” Hysteria swelling within her, Freya stumbled through an unfamiliar forest. The air was thick with a gloomy mist, and she shoved away the heavy branches that battered her face and body as she hurtled forward. There was a speck of light ahead, a faint shimmer, and if Freya could reach it, perhaps it would guide her home, or at least away from his dismal place. “Hello? Is anyone there?” She stumbled over a root and collapsed face-first onto the ground. A bed of moss broke her fall, but she should have felt some discomfort taking that tumble. However, her body bore no scrapes or scratches. Horror struck her in a rush—she was dead. Freya recalled her vision dimming by the lake, Merlin pressing a tender, parting kiss to her lips, then…nothingness. …show more content…

My dear Merlin. I miss you already.” She sat up, covered her face, and wept. A gentle hand fell on her shoulder. “There, there, Freya. You’re safe now.” Freya’s head whipped up, and she gasped. The surrounding landscape had transformed from a distorted forest into a lush field awash with spectacular flowers all colors of the rainbow. A lake stood in the middle, its water clear as crystal, and apple trees dotting the shore bowed under the weight of abundant fruit. Above Freya stood a beautiful young woman close to her age, dressed in a honey-golden gown, one that gleamed in the plentiful sunlight. Freya felt inexplicably drawn to her. “My name is Rhiannon. Welcome to Avalon. I am here to guide you along.” Rhiannon helped Freya to her feet. “Sorry you had to clamber through the Black Forest, but that’s the threshold between life and death, and it must be crossed.” She kissed Freya’s cheek. “We’re pleased to have you.” “Thank you.” Freya wiped the tears from her

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