Deep in the darkest part of the forest, where no moonlight could reach, Elena stood waiting. The trees around her were black and twisted, their branches reaching out like skeleton fingers. Dead leaves crunched under her feet with every nervous step.
She doesn't belong here. Every part of her screamed to run home, but the voice in her head kept pulling her forward. The same voice that had called to her for weeks now.
Come to me, child. I have something important to show you.
Elena wrapped her arms around herself. At seventeen, she looked like an angel with her long blonde hair and soft blue eyes. But inside, she felt broken and confused. Memories whirled in her mind like puzzle pieces that didn't fit together.
