Elara'S POV
All I remembered was falling, falling, falling. Then my back hit something hard. My abruptly halted descent whooshed the air from my lungs and my broken ribs screamed in protest. Why all the pain? Why couldn’t I just die like I wanted?
Was I dead now?
My awareness expanded from that recent memory and into the present.
A fresh wave of agony shot through my entire body. No, not dead.
I lay on my back, the surface under me unforgiving. Cracking one eyelid, then the other, I took in unfamiliar surroundings. The first piece I noticed was the wood beam ceiling. Next, the flicker of firelight, then the warmth, and a musty cabin smell.
This was not the cliff base. There were no deadly rocks, and the ocean sounds came from much further away. Also, I was dry. I never made it into
