Elián;
The air around me feels wrong.
Everything feels wrong as I stay kneeling on the floor of Queen Selthía's room, with my body shaking uncontrollably.
This silence is unbearable.
For the first time since waking in his body… since borrowing his memories… since sharing his mind…
There is silence. A silence so horrible, so unnatural, so empty that I feel like I'm falling into some invisible void.
Queen Selthia's hands hover over my face, then my chest, then my temples, as if she's unsure which part of me is breaking most.
And honestly?
I don't know either.
"Elián," she whispers, voice low and unsure.
"Stay still." She adds, and I raise a brow.
Her palms start glowing, and I watch mana start swirling like warm light gathering in her hands.
"I'm going to try something." She whispers. She looks sure, but I'm so desperate, I'll take anything.
Zerana takes a step forward and places a hand on Queen Selthia's shoulder.
