JELENA
“Sit,” Mira says.
“Uhm... okay,” I reply as I walk toward the sitting area where several bowls have been laid out on a small table.
The room is still as silent as ever.The strange glow around us flickers softly, making everything look unreal that I hesitate before taking a seat.
“Each bowl contains the qualities you lack as an individual,” Mira explains. “Before the judges, not even the smallest atom of weakness can be shown.”
My eyes drift toward the bowls again, they all contain the same thing, a transparent liquid so clear that I can see my reflection in it.
“The bag over there is filled with the portions needed for your journey as the path to the Parlance will take at least a day. Do not speak to or acknowledge any being you encounter along the way.”
“Okay,” I say quietly
