AVELORA
I hated the smell that filled my nose as I came to. It was an ancient earthy smell, like decay.
I was standing in the same clearing where most of my visions started from.
I saw the chief priestess standing over my mother. The silver blade in her hand glowed in the dim moonlight, the blood at the tip dripping onto the body on the ground.
I tried to scream as the blade descended again, but no sound came out. I watched as the Priestess reached down, her movements cold and clinical, and snatched the crying infant from my mother’s dying grip.
"You don't belong here," the priestess whispered.
She turned and ran. I followed, my feet barely touching the forest floor as I chased the woman who had just stolen my mother's life. We wove through trees. She was fast, unnervingly fast, unt
