Chapter 3

Letas POV

I am in the light. I know I'm dead. I want to see Theseus. I wonder how he is. I hope he found somebody else. I hope he doesnt care that I died. Thats hope. Its just not the truth.

Newts POV

"WHY IS IT NOT WORKINGGGGGG" I scream and throw myself to the ground like Im some 2 year old. Than there she is. Leta Lestrange.

Theseus' POV

Speechless. Thats me. Leta stood in front of me. An illusion though. Thats okay. Okay.

Sorry just had to put that in there.

She was in front of me. Slowly starting to get back color. The color of her brown skin, purple thingy that I still dont know what its called, and her beautiful chocolete hair. Once she was fully colored again she gasped. I ran to her. She ran to me. Her arms wrapped around me. Mine wrapped around hers. I felt her warm skin and her brown hair going through my fingers.