When he lifted it to his face, his eyes accidentally caught the reflection on its sharp surface.
Ryley gasped in shock and sharply turned around when he saw a woman standing behind him.
His lips dropped agape at the graceful look before him, her whole figure glowed with the faint luminescent light her golden cloak emitted. Unfortunately for him, her face was hidden under a mask, and only her pair of chartreuse eyes saw through the fear and confusion beneath his honey-like irises.
Ryley stuttered trying to let out a word, but the woman extended her hand and gave him a branch of hawthorn.
[From ashes of fire you will be reborn again]
[Of love and protection you will survive again]
[For love and protection you will learn how to find yourself again]
[The old friend is coming to your garden]
[For the most beautiful flowers]
[Five hundred years it has been]
[And I will still be waiting]