C87 THE FIRST REMEMBERING
The world had not stopped shaking.
Even though the explosion had faded minutes before, the ground underneath Elara still pulsed like a living heartbeat. The smoke coiled around her ankles, a warm embrace, alive with energy, vibrating hum. It wasn't shadow, nor was it flame; it was something ancient, something that had been waiting.
Damon still lay unconscious beside her
