C35 THE WORLD FORGOT HIS NAME

The first thing Elara felt was cold.

Not the sort that came from the darkness or wind, but the kind that seeped into her bones – the kind that indicated she was entirely alone.

Her eyes fluttered up to a pale morning sky, soft gray clouds twirling above her. Dew clung to her skin, and the subtle aroma of pine filled her breath. She was lying in a meadow, her clothes torn, her body bruised