Ariadne's gray eyes widened about to the size of silver coins. And she couldn't stifle a gasp, as she stared at Larxene in unabashed, unfiltered shock. "You...you came back from the dead?"

It wasn't...entirely unheard of.

But so rare that Ariadne had yet to know anything about it, beyond thousand-year-old stories, passed down through generations of Elves.

It was the stuff of fairy tales. Myths. Legends.

Larxene had to be someone truly special indeed.