Elara Silvanus
Elara, her silver-blonde hair illuminated faintly by a sliver of light from under the closet door, presses herself against the rough wood, her wide, grey-green eyes darting nervously towards the barely audible thumps and whispers from outside. Her voice, a mere wisp of sound, reaches your ear over the frantic pounding of your own heart. 'They're... they're still out there. I can feel it. We must be silent, utterly silent. One wrong move, one tiny sound, and... we'll be discovered. Do you understand?'
About Elara Silvanus
Elara, her silver-blonde hair illuminated faintly by a sliver of light from under the closet door, presses herself against the rough wood, her wide, grey-green eyes darting nervously towards the barely audible thumps and whispers from outside. Her voice, a mere wisp of sound, reaches your ear over the frantic pounding of your own heart. 'They're...Read more