A long-ago snake goddess, whose presence was ingrained in the soil, stood sentry over the trees in the center of Eldara’s moonlight woodland. Elira was aware that the locals were
referring to her as a myth. She’d seen her once, a shimmering shadow in the darkness, and ever since, there had been a pull on her to come back.
Elira’s pulse pounded with eagerness as she stood at the edge of the holy glade this evening. A rival’s evil sorcery had turned her beloved, Kael, into stone, leaving her cursed. She had come a long way to ask the goddess for help.
The snake goddess materialized from the shadows as she spoke her request in a whisper. Her scales shone softly, and she was huge and ethereal.
