You have the power of seven mystical beings,expected to destroy a part of you and save the other. Forced to be who you are and weighed by fear of the unknown. Fighting back would be deadly,so you just run away and when you thought it was over,you were discovered again. The truth was then revealed. Your fate now lies on your own harms ,the pain of not knowing what to do a clear torture,the cries of innocent souls almost too loud and deafening . You pray for some sort of miracle,one that would Turn everything back to normal but it never comes. Your fate now relies on you own chioces. **** "Come with me Elara." the old man in her dreams says almost every time. She wants to,she really wants to hear his story and know why all this is happening. But,the stronger side of her holds back. "I can't,I don't want to see the other side,it doesn't seem safe." The old man chuckled coldly,his dark eyes searching hers. "Then you'll have to pay the price."