Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I approached her slowly, taking in her delicate features and the long, dark hair tumbling loose from her shoulders. As I got closer, I could see that her skin was alabaster, her lips pink, and her eyes aqua.Her clothing was simple and elegant, with a few delicate, frilly touches here and there that added a touch of magic to her. I M HERE, I shouted in Gaelic, and she turned toward me, her face a study in tranquility.“Who are you?” I asked her in Gaelic, and she replied in the same language. “What do you want?” She smiled at me, her teeth flashing in the dim light. “I am Lachlan, and I seek the treasure of the ancients. Tell me, do you know where it is?” “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, and I felt stupid for not knowing what she meant. Why would an ancient treasure be hidden in a meadow? But I kept my silence, waiting for her to explain. “You see, my lord, I was born under a linden tree.I spent my days tending to its flowers and its fruit, and my nights watching the stars. I have never known anything else. And yet, when I look back on my life, I realize that I have no recollection of anything before I was fifteen. I remember my parents, but not their names. I remember my sister, but not her name.I remember the events that led up to my being found by my father, but not the details. I remember the dreams I had, but not the details. Everything is hazy, and it makes me wonder if I am making it all up in my head. What if there is no such thing as an ancient treasure, and I am the only one who can see it? details. Everything is hazy, and it makes me wonder if I am making it all up in my head. What if there is no such thing as an ancient treasure, and I am the only one who can see it?The more I thought about them, the clearer they became until finally—

And then everything went black.