A woman with white streaked hair stepped inside and looked at Rory with a tinge of sadness. “Hello, Aurora Raven. Welcome back to Erdikoa.” “Welcome back?” Rory squeaked. “It’s been five-hundred years?” The woman shook her head. “Somehow, your sentence ended early. It’s been three months.” Rory’s jaw dropped to the ground, elated to be home but terrified to see her friends and family again. Would they hate her? Either way, it was a miracle.
