Amara’s sitting on a big rock with her feet dipped on the waters of the river. After Damien placed a tracker on her, he suddenly became different. No, not different. He was just his usual self but there is a slight difference. Sighing, Amara opened her palm to release her butterflies.
Ever since she gained the element of air, her once pure blue butterflies now have a shade of white that outlined their wings. Amara closed her eyes, letting the butterflies fly around her. Everyone seemed to settle down after hearing Damien. They did not argue about going with her; it was as if, having Damien by Amara’s side is enough for them not to worry.
“I wonder what’s on his mind right now.” Amara whispered to the wind.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Amara fluttered her eyes open and saw Damien
