Elara POV
The winds blew heavily as I stumbled to the ground.
For a moment, there was a white fog, but in just a blink, it disappeared. I found myself in what seemed like a building, but it had no windows nor doors.
"Elara," I could hear my name being called in whispers.
My gaze scanned the area, but I caught sight of no one. "Where am I?" That was a question I couldn't answer myself.
"Elara! Save me, Elara!" The voice grew louder. I placed my hands on my ears, bending down. "P-please stop," I pleaded.
This whole place left my legs trembling; I wasn't able to manage a stance. My gaze was afraid to look up, my eyes shut.
Still, I could feel the cold wind beating harshly on my skin.
The voice never ceased for a second in calling onto my name.
Someone was waiting, it said—someone needed me.
But who? Who was this, and why was I hearing this voice?
"You promised you would be there," it continued.
"I am cold...alone...Elara!"
