The realm of the elves is one I would expect to find straight out of a fairy tale book. A white tree forest lies before me with a dust covering of snow upon the ground, the path marked by stones, and the colors of the leaves auburn and dark amber as they fall to the ground. The drive here from the private airport took another three hours, our luggage pulled through the path as Zion leads the way to an archway of stone which connects to a wall barely taller than myself. The archway is of simple taste, the entire entrance here one which I found simple rather than holding a sense of eternal beauty. 

Zion reaches out to the archway, placing a small trinket upon a stone protruding out of the archway. The stone begins to turn, disappearing back into the archway as I watch as the view beyond the wall turns from endless forest to a town. Leading us forward, Zion heads in first, my curiosity spiking as Fiona's words of threat repeat in the back of my head. The elvish realm before me is something of beauty, our group on a bridge which passes over a rushing river which disappears over a waterfall where the main building of the town is built. The stone city is built of white stone, ivy running along the sides of the buildings, gazebos carved of white wood placed at edges to overlook the drop off of the waterfall to the lake below where smaller houses are built around the lake. 

"The elves here have roots going back to the creation of man, elf, and free folk," Zion informs, looking around to the beautiful realm around us as I too am in awe of the town here. "The elf which you had befriended in your past life came to live here after your passing. I believe she may be able to restore some or perhaps many of the memories you have locked away." 

Two elves stand at the end of the bridge, their attire similar with white pants ducked into taupe boots, burgundy shirts which pass below their fingertips with silver embroidery, and their blond hair cut short as their eyes stare at us. "Lord Zion, welcome," the older one of the two greets, his green eyes briefly glancing to me as the men carrying our luggage pause behind us. "You have brought something of great evil here, something of dark magic." 

They are talking of me. How I was brought back with dark magic. 

"Lady Sybil is not welcome here, for with her comes a darkness," he informs, those green eyes focused on me as Zion takes a step forward. 

"Keva knows were are coming and on what terms and condition I bring Lady Sybil here in. She has agreed to this already," Zion states, voice sharp as the elves turn to one another, discussing what to do in a language I have never heard before. Zion begins to speak in their tongue, the words flowing from his lips, as if a whisper, gracefully floating as the elves turn to Zion and hear his words. 

"If Keva has agreed to accept Lady Sybil as her guest and take responsibility for the shadow which looms of her, then we will escort you to Keva," the green-eyes elf informs, beginning his walk away from the bridge as we follow behind. 

The walk takes a good ten minutes, leading us up a hill with a stone road as a few elves pass us by, their faces seeming to have a soft eternal glow to them, and their voices kept quiet as they seem to talk about the odd travelers. A strange structure lies at the top of the hill, looking like a house, but with dome-shaped rooms bulging out of the house with white wood and tall glass windows as the domes seem to be fully made of glass and not wood. The door to the house is a simple wooden door, two blossoming trees on either side of the house lie before it as a small sitting area is before the house. The elves lead us up to the front door, knocking on it as they call out for Keva.  

As I hear the door click open, a woman with lavender eyes just like my dreams stares back at me, her silver hair in braids which fall to her waist, and her pale skin too seeming to have an eternal glow. Those eyes look me over, as if trying to remember every detail as she steps out of her house and passes the elves to come to me. Taking my hands, she does not say a word as she looks me over, feeling my skin, making sure I am actually real and not just going to disappear. 

"She is your responsibility, Keva, for you allowed this darkness an invitation to enter this realm," the younger elf warns as they walk off, but Keva seems to just tune them out. 

"Come inside, Sybil." Zion and I are led inside, the men with our bags leaving them in the front entrance as they head back. The house is beautiful, the white wooden floors paired with warm walls and windows with beautiful views of the river and waterfall, accent colors of burgundy and lavender left around the house as I peer into the dome-shaped rooms which are left bare except for stands where books are placed in the center with an ink quill. "How much do you remember?" 

"She hardly remembers-"

"I asked her," Keva interrupts Zion, those lavender eyes swirling with the beautiful color as she looks back to me. 

"Tell me what you can remember and shut your eyes." 

Closing my eyes, I feel myself led and placed to sit down on the couch as Keva tells me to inform her. "I know I was killed and Zion brought be back. I was a I Queen and Zion was a King. was pregnant as well..." I trial off, thinking that I died with a child. 

"Sadly bringing one back from the dead does not also bring their child back from the dead. Your child was a different soul and Fiona was given the deal of only bringing your soul back, not your son's as well."

"Son?" Zion asks, voice shaky as I can hear the pain in his voice. 

"Your wolf's soul is also different as well. Fiona brought back your human soul, but the human soul detaches from the wolf's soul when a werewolf is killed. She brought your human soul back, for she does not know the magic to bring the soul of your wolf back." 

Opening my eyes, I look to Keva with watery eyes. "So I may never get my wolf back?" 

"I am afraid not," she answers, placing a gentle hand on my cheek as she looks deep into my eyes. "I see much guilt in your soul, sadness, anger, hatred, and desire. I used to see happiness and hope when I looked inside your soul." 

"Can you help her remember?" Zion asks, interrupting Keva's discussion as I see the man before me looking helpless. 

Keva gets to her feet, walking to the dome room next to the room we are in. "This house once belonged to my father and was used to study the stars and pray to our ancestors. Through his studies he also found he could create these special room shapes made of a special material to convert the light of the stars into a form of magic. The stars which shine in the realms of the elves hold magic, for they rain stardust which can be collected by those with proper tools." Grabbing one of the books in the corner of the dome room, Keva looks over to me. "I believe I can help to restore some of your memories. Perhaps not every single one, but enough to make those emotions brought by the dark magic which resurrected you to change into ones of happiness." 

"What must be done?" Zion asks with anticipation as I lean back on the couch, wondering what it will be like to remember more of the life I had lost. 

"The sun will set within the next four hours. Sybil will need to lie in the largest dome for the night and allow the stardust to be collected around her body." Zion perks up at the thought of how easy it is. "But this is an ancient form of elf magic, and those who are not elves will experience pain throughout the night." Looking to me, Keva offers me a gentle gaze, "This process will be painful, Sybil, and you will have to be strapped down through the long night." 

The idea of a night of enduring pain would once send me running away. I remember when I woke up, how my entire body ached and I could barely control my body. Would I be able to handle a long night strapped down as my body absorbed an ancient form of magic? I know Zion wants this. Hell, Zion would kill for me to do this, but do I really want this? Do I want those memories or do I want to go on trying to remind myself that I was once dead and buried in a tomb and resting peacefully. Looking to Zion, I see the longing in his eyes as he desperately awaits my answer. "If I do this, Zion, you must swear to lift the curse upon Fiona's coven," I inform, knowing Fiona must get the curse lifted, for Zion owes that much to her. 

"I will."

"You must swear it," I state, making it know that he must make a promise. 

"I swear I will lift the curse off Fiona's coven if you endure this trial and your memories come back to you." 

I am afraid of the pain, afraid of being strapped down as I know no one will come to me in the night to ease the pain. Looking to Keva, I nod, telling her without words that I will undergo the night of pain. 

As the hours drag by, sunset is soon upon us as I stand upon the balcony of Keva's home, leaning against the railing as I sense Zion behind me. "Thank you," Zion breaks the silence as we watch the pastel colors of the sky. 

"I am not doing this for you, but to make sure you finally keep your word to Fiona's coven," I inform, looking briefly over my shoulder to see Zion leaning against the archway which leads to the balcony. 

"There was once a time where we did things for one another." Stepping forward, Zion leans against the railing beside me, looking out upon the horizon beside me. "You died trying to save my own life. I am doing all of this to try and repay that sacrifice you made." 

Taking in a shaky breath, I do not want to hear more about the day I had died. "You should have left me in my tomb, for that would have left me resting in peace, for then we would have been equal." 

I walk inside the house, knowing Keva will be looking for me. Finding the lavender-eyed elf, I find her in the dome next to her library, a twin bed placed in the center of the room with restrains on the sides of the bed. Helping me get ready, Keva helps me down into the bed. Taking in a deep breath, I focus my breaths as Keva begins to tighten the restrains around my wrists. Moving to my legs, she begins to buckle the restrains around my ankles as I see that the sun has faded from the world. 

I try and remain calm as the last strap is tightened and Keva moves to look at me. "You say that you would rather be back in your burial spot, yet I do not believe you," Keva comments, brushing stray hairs out of my face. "I knew you very well, Sybil, for I helped you adjust to your new life back then and even foresaw your fate, for I told you it would end in white. I did not say black because that would mean death with nothing more or less. I said white, a symbol of both death and birth. By telling you white, you believed you would not find your life ending when you went to protect the man and King which you loved. Even in your past life, you knew deep down somewhere that when I said white you saw you would be protected by powers, that you would be saved and resurrected." Those lavender eyes swirl with flakes of silver. "You did not throw away your life and even now, you do not wish to throw it away. I know you are restrained in this bed not to get a curse lifted, but you want to see if you can still remember those moments of happiness with the man you love." 

Walking out of the dome, Keva shuts the door behind her and leaves me alone to my thoughts. As the stars begin to appear in the sky, a sparkling violet dust begins to fall from the ceiling of the dome, and the darker the sky becomes, the more the dust falls. The pain is minimal at first, like a small pinch, but it becomes a sting soon enough. 

As the moon glows in the night, I let out a shrieking scream, rattling the restraints of the bed as I call out for Keva to let me out, the pain unbearable as the stardust seems to rain from the ceiling and becomes absorbed into my body. My brain pounds in my skull as I keep screaming out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut as I try and focus the pain elsewhere as I dig my fingernails into my palms. 

The pain carries on for hours of endless torture, my fingers going numb as my voice is lost, my body aching all over as tears roll down my cheeks. I want to fade off into the darkness, to become like the stars in the sky and be surrounded by endless pitch black nothingness. I bite my lip, trying to hold in another ear-shattering scream as I know sunrise is still hours away. 

As the sun begins to rise, the pain begins to fade away, my entire body weak as I can barely keep my eyes open. My lips are chap and cracked, cuts made in my hands from my fingers, and bruises most likely left where the restrains were. As I hear a door opening, I do not open my eyes, my eyelids too heavy as someone whispers my name. The restrains are loosened around my wrists and ankles as my body is picked up. My back soon meets a mattress as covers are pulled over my body and I sink my head into the pillow, my body finally able to relax as I fade away into a slumber.