Tue 26th Aug 2025 10:03

Session 3 - Day 4 - Midnight, Overcast, On the road to Larkfen Hollow

by Elysiaera Calistrae

The fire was low, and the stars were thick above me. I remember the hush of the woods, the way the wind curled around my tent like a lullaby. I must have drifted off quickly, because the dream came sharp and sudden.
 
She stood beside the fire—a woman cloaked in moonlight, tall and still. Her hair shimmered like frost, and her eyes held something ancient. She didn’t speak at first. Just watched me. Then, like a whisper in my bones, I heard her name: Almathea Lucia.
 
She warned me. Of danger at the Hollow Spire Ruins. Said I was being sought, though she didn’t say by whom. Her voice was soft, but it left a weight in my chest. Like a bell rung too deep to hear.
 
I woke with her name still on my lips. The fire had gone out. The woods were quiet again. But I didn’t feel alone.
-E