Lyanna's POV (Modern)
The basement door slammed open before I could catch my breath from losing Ember.
A woman walked out.
She looked exactly like me.
Same black hair. Same green eyes. Same face. But something about her was wrong. Her eyes were too cold. Too old. Like looking into a mirror that showed my body.
"Hello, little echo," she said with my voice. "I've been waiting three thousand years to meet myself."
My legs almost gave out. This was the original Lyanna. The one whose soul I apparently carried.
"You're not real," I whispered.
She laughed, and it sounded like breaking glass. "I'm more real than you'll ever be. You're just a copy. A pale shadow wearing my life like a stolen dress."
Rage burst in my chest. "I've lived twenty-five years! I have memories, thoughts, experiences—those are mine!"
