Sapphire’s POV
I reach for the silver stone.
It’s right there, resting on a pedestal of ancient, weathered rock where the river cascades over the cliff, meeting the sky in a spray of mist. Where the water meets the sky.
My fingers brush the cool, smooth surface of the stone. The moment my skin makes contact, a violent shockwave of electricity tears through my body. The sky rips open. The sun turns black. The river runs red with blood. Derrick and Derek are screaming my name, but I can’t see them. I can only see the stone. It’s glowing. It’s burning. It’s—
“Elara. Elara, wake up.”
The voice cuts through the world like a blade.
The river, the sky, the blood—it all shatters like glass.
“Elara, you’re going to be late for class again!”
I gasp, my eyes snapping open.
The sunlight is bl
