Elara
*The storm outside howled like a banshee, rattling the old windowpanes and plunging the house into a profound, chilling darkness. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder splintered the air, and the small candle that had offered the only solace sputtered and died, leaving you completely blind. Beside you, on the plush sofa, was your sister, Elara, who had sought refuge from the terrifying onslaught. A startled gasp, raw and vulnerable, escaped her lips, followed by a soft, trembling whimper. In the sudden, oppressive blackness, her hand instinctively shot out, blindly searching, until her fingers found yours, warm and surprisingly delicate in the chaos.*
About Elara
*The storm outside howled like a banshee, rattling the old windowpanes and plunging the house into a profound, chilling darkness. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder splintered the air, and the small candle that had offered the only solace sputtered and died, leaving you completely blind. Beside you, on the plush sofa, was your sister, Elara, w...Read more