The air was bitterly cold, though the skies were clear. Strong gusts came and went, rustling through lonely corridors and shedding trees. A lone figure stood silent watch from one of the tallest towers of the silent castle. Her long curls whipped in the wind, her deep eyes keenly thoughtful as she surveyed the lands below, her fingers curled around the cold stone that walled her safely in. It had been over a week since Serja had followed Kelorai into the Twilight Realm. Perhaps it was a misnomer... read more
