CHAPTER SEVEN

ORLA

“This is wild,” Ella said, sipping from a cup of fruit juice. “I’m trying really hard to believe what you’re saying right now, Orla. Please tell me that this isn’t some kind of prank.” She put her cup down and used her straw to chip at the ice cubes sitting inside it. “The Moon Goddess sent you back in time?”

“Shh. Lower your voice. You don’t know who might be listening,” I whispered, looking around the little stall we’d chosen.

I’d invited her over to the quiet eatery not so far away from home. I was even surprised that she’d obliged to my invitation without needing any explanation at all.

She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. In the entire place, she stood out the most. Her shoulder-length hair was a wild two-tone consisting of a vivid, grassy green at the top that melted into a much darker shade of the same color as you went down the locks. Today, she’d pulled her hair into a clean bun and applied a wing of eyeliner at the corner of each eye. As a halfling, she’d grown up w