As soon as the door behind Celeste and me closes, the light goes out. My eyes can’t see much except a hint of embers in front of us. I stand still, trying to adjust to the lack of light sources, but I can hear Celeste moving about.
“I can’t see anything. What are you doing, Celeste?” I complain before I ready myself for a fight. I do not know who or what is in the room with us and if I’m here with a real or fake Wolfprincess. The place we entered might even be empty for all I know.
“I’m making a portal,” Celeste answers me.
“You can do that?” I ask, not believing my ears, and the stone in my gut grows larger.
I should have listened to myself when I realized that this Celeste isn’t the princess. I have no more doubts about it; I’m currently shut inside a room with an elf. This is why Mo
