Elena
*****Midday — The Broken Sanctuary*****
The sanctuary had no roof.
Just shattered stone columns clawing at the sky and a circle of scorched symbols carved into the ground. It used to be a holy place once. Before wars. Before blood soaked into everything sacred.
Now it felt like a grave waiting to be filled.
The seer was already there when we arrived.
She sat inside the circle, legs folded beneath her, white hair tangled and matted, eyes covered with a strip of black cloth. Chains bound her wrists — not to hold her, but to keep everyone else alive.
She smiled as soon as I stepped forward.
“There she is,” the seer crooned. “The mother of endings.”
My stomach tightened.
Finn pressed closer to my side. Fia’s small hand slipped into mine, her grip stronger than it should have be
