AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
She is met with naught but more most and her own voice echoing in her head.
Forward, then.
The paths are still there, though difficult to make out. Taking a shuddering breath to steady herself, Amalia looks in each direction for signs of guidance, some evidence of the source of her fears. "Hello?" Her voice is muted by the mist, muffled and oddly quiet.
Slowly but with increasing speed, Amalia runs down the path to the left.
Amalia runs to the left
Forward, then.
The paths are still there, though difficult to make out. Taking a shuddering breath to steady herself, Amalia looks in each direction for signs of guidance, some evidence of the source of her fears. "Hello?" Her voice is muted by the mist, muffled and oddly quiet.
Slowly but with increasing speed, Amalia runs down the path to the left.
Amalia runs to the left
you're breaking your own heart
