SELENE
The way to the Elder’s chambers was silent, so silent. The sort of silence that made every footstep sound like an alarm. The moon loomed close and vigilant above, silver gray streaking the old stone path.
Elder Thorne was not just old… he was ancient, both in years and wisdom. And he had always observed me with a kind of caution, as if he knew something about me that I did not. Something that I myself was never supposed to learn.
I didn’t bother knocking.
Under my hand, the big oak door creaked open, revealing a few-story chamber, dimly lit and smelling of parchment, herbs and smoke. Scrolls covered the walls, with totems and artifacts from bloodlines long-lost.
At the center of this was Elder Thorne, bent over a large leather-bound book, as his eyes traced slowly, carefully ov
