Elara
The morning light poured through the windows like soft gold. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself again. My face was Seraphina’s. My body too. But inside… I was more.
I was Elara.
I was Seraphina.
And now, I was Nova too.
“You’re stronger than you believe,” Nova’s voice whispered inside my head. Her tone was steady, calm, and warm like a quiet fire.
“I don’t feel strong,” I whispered back. “I feel like I’m breaking into pieces.”
“No,” she replied. “You’re becoming whole.”
I placed my palm over my heart. It beat steady, but the emotions swirling in me were like storms. Pain. Confusion. And something new—hope.
“I want to tell him,” I said. “I want to tell Xavier everything. About who I really am. About Elara. About how I came back Saraphina.”
“Not yet,” Nova said
