Simond couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at her tall figure and long, blonde hair. It was her. It was truly her. "This cannot be. They said you were dead. You must be an illusion! Aldred, what kind of spell did you put me into?!"
"I don't put any spell on you. Even I am shocked to hear this. Mally, is Simond really your brother?"
"Mally? That was her name. How did you know her name?" Simond asked.
She sighed. "My name is Mally Fairburne. I am a High-Knight of the Ceraisian Empire, and," She looked at Simond. "Simond's sister."
"You cannot fool me. My sister died a long time ago."
Mally reached out with her hand, and the dark sword swiftly flew at her before landing on her palm gently.
Simond widened his eyes. "It's really you." Tears welled up in his eyes. "It's truly you. Sister, you're alive."
Mally knelt down and hugged him. "Yes, I am alive. You must have it hard all this time." She caressed his head.
"Why? Why did you leave us?" Simond asked.