ELARA
"No, no, please stop it," I flared my hands in the air in hysteria as a cloud of darkness wove around me, threatening to suffocate me. It shrouded the entire space of my prison; I could barely make out a thing. My back flattened against the wall, my eyes shut tight, my hands on either side of me, and my chest heaving frantically, I could hear the voices making mocking sounds at me, but my mother's taunting ones rose above the others.
"You are going to fail, you evil child," she repeatedly voiced menacingly. Tears poured in tides down my face, preceded by my head jerking vigorously to the side, attempting to reject her words. Yet a gnawing feeling itched within that she was right.
"Elara?" An eerie, unfamiliar sound whispered beside my ear, and I flinched in apprehension.
