They wore all black and confused Juliet. Who could be this? A hood was covering their face, it was impossible to see. Then the hooded person lifted their hands and took off the hood. To Juliet’s surprise, it was her dad standing, menacingly smiling.
“Thank you, my daughter, you really have saved us”. He grinned, looked away and walked towards the shattered statue. Juliet took a better look and saw something stuck inside the rubble. It was a sceptre of some sort. Her father picked it up, eyeing it, brushing his hands all over the surface. Then he turned around, sceptre in hand. He raised his hands, chanting a language that, strangely, Juliet found familiar. She had so many questions, but something inside didn’t let her speak it out loud. Juliet’s dad stopped chanting, looking pleased with whatever he’d done. He walked to his daughter, who looked as confused as ever and put a hand on her shoulder.
“You did well Juliet, now it’s time for us to go”. But Juliet stayed.