Amara’s POV
Once more, the earth under the altar rumbled.
At the edge of the grove, I stopped running for some reason. My chest quickly rose and sank. I wanted to keep going, but the altar's pull pulled at me like an uncut thread.
I went around again.
The altar's light was no longer gentle. It had a strong, bright brightness that was nearly blinding. Silver and white and wild, the engravings throbbed with ancient force.
My heart was racing. "What do you want me to see? "
I went to my knees in front of the altar as a powerful blast of wind struck me. As though I had no control, my hand reached out on its own. I gasped as my fingers dug into the stone.
Everything vanished from my surroundings.
Darkness. Then the moon shone brightly.
I was hovering somewhere in the middle, not on the
