The Illusion

Twenty minutes ago

"How did you find me?" Amore was surprisingly calm when Ava approached her. She was enjoying her tea, sitting languidly as she stared at the endless garden in front of her. The sunset created a beautiful silhouette that seemed to enhance the purple flowers in front of them.

"It wasn't that hard," Ava sat opposite Amore.

"So, you are indeed a dream walker."

"Not exactly," Ava said. At least, she's not an expert at dream walking. She's learning. Soon, she would be proud to call herself a dream walker.

"What did you do to my Romeo?" Amore asked.

The fact that Ava was able to get out of an illusion that was supposed to overwhelm anyone was enough proof for Amore. Ava was not just a witch. She was a dream walker.