Pensive, she sat and read. Page after page of text, while her mind raced through the recent events.
She had tried to check on Madame Eva, however, she was caught and Lyssa became aware of her presence. Terrified, Zsoci and Elana fled, agreeing to meet at the mist camp. While Elana reached it, there was no sign of Zsoci. Her spirit sagged, and she blamed herself for the failure. This is why when she was asked to help save Eva, she said yes.
As if that were bad enough, she also had to deal with the threat posed by the two former cultists who escaped prison and death. Then of course, how could the little half vistana forget the threat of the Ezrites. Luminita and Nicoletta she could handle, she was sure of that, but the Ezrites. Despite their threat to her life, she did not wish them any harm.
All she wanted was for one of them to be open to the truth. But Elana was nearing her wits end. She accepted the advice of a friend, heeding the words to a new ritual, one to help her be able to do what she must. The 'Old Families' were soon to war, and she would have to find herself in the midst of it to fix her mistakes.
She had grown in power, but as her power grew, she found the toll of the threats forming into paranoia, stress and fear. She could hardly sleep without taking protective measures. An alarm cast at the door, her familiar watching. Hearing that now even her own family would turn on her, that paranoia grew in intensity. Could it even be true? Why would one of them want her dead?
Her mind raced through all her mistakes, staring at the obsidian dagger tucked into her boot. Her hand reached for a bottle of Vodka and she took a shaky drink. This was it. An end all, one way or another, this entire mess was going to end. Perhaps even open the door to another path in her story.
