I was so deep in this new experience, when I flung open the door to Death and entered the Crosspath it took me a moment to realize I wasn't in the quiet, carpeted hub of the realms. Instead, my bare feet sank into warm, gritty sand, the soft and fragrant breeze blowing salty air over my cheek. I turned, confused, the mist gone, emotions settling again and regret flaring.
What was I thinking? I had to go back and apologize to Dad for being so cruel. But instead, when I turned to look for a doorway, there was nothing. Just the beach and the breeze and, to my surprise, three faces I knew.
Waiting for me over a picnic.
I recognized them instantly, the trio from Fate's realm of the Loom, but not those horrible women themselves. Instead, the girl waved to me, her flouncy pink dress pooled aro
