C16 The Unwilling Tether

Aria

I didn’t remember deciding to run. One moment I was standing in Elara’s dim healing room trying to absorb the impossible truth she had dropped on me like a burning coal, and the next I was tearing through the trees, branches whipping at my face as if the forest wanted to slow me down. Cold air knifed into my chest until my lungs burned, but fear is its own kind of fuel