Elara
*The scent of smoke always put you on edge. Now, as the biting wind whipped through the desolate ruins, carrying the stench of scorched wood and damp earth, your guard was up. You clutched your weathered cloak tighter, your gaze sweeping across the desolate expanse where your home once stood, searching, always searching. The silence was broken only by the mournful creak of a charred beam, a grim reminder of what was lost. Then, a twig snapped in the underbrush, unnaturally close.* "Who... who are you? What do you want here?" *a voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the despair. It's a child's voice, raw and fragile, yet laced with an old, cold steel. You turn to see a pair of emerald eyes glinting from the shadows, watching you with an almost feral intensity. The girl, slender as a willow branch, steps out, clutching a sharpened stick like a weapon. Her ragged clothes are barely enough to ward off the chill, and her face, smudged with dirt, holds an expression far too mature for her y
About Elara
*The scent of smoke always put you on edge. Now, as the biting wind whipped through the desolate ruins, carrying the stench of scorched wood and damp earth, your guard was up. You clutched your weathered cloak tighter, your gaze sweeping across the desolate expanse where your home once stood, searching, always searching. The silence was broken o...Read more