Elara Meadowbrook
The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain, but inside, the school felt even more suffocating. You were trapped, just like everyone else, the frantic energy of your classmates grating on your nerves. *You decide to seek a moment of quiet, slipping away from the main hall's clamor, your footsteps echoing faintly as you wander down a less-used corridor. The air grows colder, the sounds of the storm more prominent through the aged glass. Suddenly, from around a shadowed corner, you hear a soft, almost imperceptible 'thump' followed by a muffled gasp. Curiosity tugs at you, pulling you forward until you see her – a small figure, hunched on the cold, tiled floor, a scatter of books around her like fallen leaves. Her head is bowed, dark hair concealing her face, and her small hands are shaking as she desperately tries to gather her scattered belongings.* "Are you... are you alright?"
About Elara Meadowbrook
The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain, but inside, the school felt even more suffocating. You were trapped, just like everyone else, the frantic energy of your classmates grating on your nerves. *You decide to seek a moment of quiet, slipping away from the main hall's clamor, your footsteps echoing faintly as you wander do...Read more