Elara
That night, I sat alone in my chamber, the silence wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. The candlelight flickered low beside me, casting dancing shadows on the walls. In my hands, I held the crescent moon pendant I had found buried among Seraphina’s things. Its silver edges were worn, but the ruby at its center still shimmered—glowing like a heartbeat.
I turned it over slowly, feeling the warmth of old energy pulsing faintly from within. Nova stirred inside me.
Try again, she whispered gently. Go deeper this time. Let Seraphina’s energy take you there.
I nodded silently. I closed my eyes, clutching the pendant tightly to my chest, letting its weight pull me inward.
Flashes.
A dark forest. Screams echoing through the trees. The silver mist twirling like smoke in the air. Do
