The sunrays from the horizon glimmered over the grassland, waving against Adyna's long dress as she walked towards the ordinary hut inside her interdimensional place.

She suddenly stopped walking and looked around.

She sighed before she decided to hop and drift in the air. Her arms struck the wind as she used her hands to grow reflecting glass flowers that surrounded the hut, which constantly released glittering pollen in the air.

She hovered, gazing at the hut, and when she transluced the hut with weakly lighted walls, the archer was no longer there, inside, where she had left him sedated. She rushedly drifted into the hut, passing through its wall, and searched around for him.

"Are you looking for me?" The archer asked from outside, standing behind her sight.

Adyna turned around in the air and looked at him, then the hut disappeared into thin dust, which was scattered by a gust of wind.

She came close to him and landed on her feet.

"Why did you change my face?" He asked. "My entire face?"

She gazed into his eyes as she squinted. "I missed it. You weren't asleep. At all."

He went silent.

"You let me change your face," she answered.

"Well, I couldn't bring my face back."

His eyes watched her left hand that held the right side of his face. She gazed into his face, and he waited as he raised his eyebrows.

"Do I have my face now?" He asked. "...'cause I couldn't feel anything."

She chuckled and said, "You were so enchanting. I couldn't change it back."

He frowned as he chuckled, "What did you say? You mean my face wasn't attractive enough, so you changed it into something more to your liking? Your preference? What for?"

With restrained laughter, she removed her hand from his face and flew away against his sight. 

When he turned to see her, she turned to him as she hovered, then she shouted, "Sorry! I just couldn't handle looking at which face you had. It's too much that only overwhelms my heart."

"Oh. My old face is what you... Can we talk closer? Just talk to me without flying around."

She shortly laughed and said, "Don't you like your new face now? That's still pretty good face, isn't it?"

"You witchess, just come down."

"I'm not a witchess."

"I know."

"You know..."

"Yes, I know."

"You know? Tell me what you know."

"Your eyes are yellow."

She transformed her brown eyes back into yellow ones as she was looking down at him.

"Your hair is black," he continued, as her black hair was still black.

"What else?" She asked.

"A sorceress."

"And your name?"

"Athan, my lady," as he bowed to address.

She smirked before she drifted towards him, closer to him. Then her feet touched the ground as she gazed into his eyes.

The soul of the prince who was also watching them, as I floated near him, suddenly vanished, which caught Adyna's eyes. She turned her head to her left side and moved her eyes as she said, "Something's here."

The archer also looked at that side as she walked towards me, looking and trying to sense something. She turned to him and looked at him as she continued sensing around.

Adyna brought Athan to a desert, to the planet's edge opposite the Murdgen Kingdom, where the sun was shining forty-five degrees from the west.

"Is it still possible to get her back?" Athan asked Adyna as she spun around to draw a four-meter circle on the sand.

"As long as she's still bound to the queen's, she's still up here," Adyna replied.

When she drew a line connected to the edge of the circle as her feet hovered in the air, he said to her as he was standing outside the circle, "I'll draw the other line."

"No, no!" She stopped him from drawing. "Don't!"

"Right, alright. Sorry!"

"It should be in sequence," as she continued drawing the line away from the circle.

"I can draw next."

"Why are you over there?" She shouted. "Come with me!"

He reappeared close to her and abruptly pulled her away by grabbing her hand with his right hand. She was drifting in the air as he ran on the sand. Then he stopped with his left hand, slowly moved from left to right, generating a sea. Her feet landed on the sand as she watched speechlessly.

As soon as he finished the sea, he pulled her, running to the seawaves, "Come on! This wouldn't last any longer."

"It would!"

"It would?" He turned to her as he stopped with the swashes reaching his feet.

"I'll make it."

He ran to her as he pulled her, then their face were too closed to each other as the blazing sky glimmered on the sea.