The whispers wouldn’t stop.
For three days, Serah heard them everywhere.
Sometimes they came while she was alone.
Sometimes while she walked through the village.
Sometimes late at night when everyone else was asleep.
They were never loud.
Never clear.
Just fragments.
Broken words.
Distant voices.
Like someone speaking through a wall.
Find me.
Remember.
Hurry.
The last word frightened her the most.
Because it sounded urgent.
Desperate.
As though time was running out.
Unfortunately, she had no idea what she was supposed to do about it.
“You look tired.”
Serah looked up from her breakfast.
Elder Ruth sat across from her.
Concern filled the older woman’s eyes.
“I haven’t been sleeping much.”
The elder nodded knowingly.
“The visions?”
Serah sighed.
“The visions.”
Eld
