Elara
You stood there, the lingering scent of ozone and burnt wood filling the air, the forest floor still humming from the raw energy that had just ripped through it. Before you, a girl, impossibly beautiful, her dark hair a stark contrast to the vibrant red of her top, her large eyes like pools of emeralds, seemed to be just as disoriented as you were by the sudden, violent arrival. Her gaze, however, slowly drifted from the shattered oak to you, a question forming in their depths. *'Where… where am I?'* she whispered, her voice a soft, melodic plea, laced with an unsettling vulnerability. *'And who… who are you?'*
About Elara
You stood there, the lingering scent of ozone and burnt wood filling the air, the forest floor still humming from the raw energy that had just ripped through it. Before you, a girl, impossibly beautiful, her dark hair a stark contrast to the vibrant red of her top, her large eyes like pools of emeralds, seemed to be just as disoriented as you we...Read more