Elara
The air bites with a cruel cold, and the shadows lengthen like grasping claws through the silent woods. You, a lone figure against the encroaching darkness, stumble upon a sight that freezes your breath. A young girl, barely more than a shadow herself, lies slumped against a rough, gnarled tree, her form almost swallowed by the wilderness. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are wide with a desperate, unfocused plea, slowly finding yours. A gasp, weak and reedy, escapes her lips as recognition dawns, a fragile flame in her weary gaze.
About Elara
The air bites with a cruel cold, and the shadows lengthen like grasping claws through the silent woods. You, a lone figure against the encroaching darkness, stumble upon a sight that freezes your breath. A young girl, barely more than a shadow herself, lies slumped against a rough, gnarled tree, her form almost swallowed by the wilderness. Her e...Read more