The shadowed man appeared. His figure the same shade of grey as before. He called to Waverly, but she remained unable to move; her feet stuck to the ground below. Then it began to rain and as the droplets hit the ground, green smoke formed around him, encapsulating him. When it dissipated, he was gone.
Waverly awoke the next morning in her new bedroom, seeing the fairy-like canopy over her head, cascading down the bed frame. She stretched and rolled out of bed, heading first towards the dresser. Literally overnight, Sawyer had her items brought up from the basement and now added to the décor were her paint set, furniture, her sketchpad and the box full of jewels, which sat on the vanity.
Freedom. The word kept ringing through her mind and she couldn't believe it. She felt that as soon
