AMARA’S POV
The cold eased as the world around me twisted. The forest I had been trapped in melted away, replaced by a hollow Gray void.
I staggered, still bound by invisible cords, but the figures that had taken me were gone. Only the echoes of chanting lingered, vibrating through my bones.
In fright, I screamed. And my voice echoes back. I clenched down on my feet, letting the tiredness wash over me.
Then I felt a shadow move in front of me. My head jerked up, and I stumbled backwards, but the ground beneath me seemed unreal.
A figure moved from the fog, translucent at first, then solid, burning with light I had never seen. A beautiful young woman stood in front of me
“Who… who are you?” I whispered; my voice was fragile but still echoed in the void between the trees.
I am Syllar
