ArleneInInk
She was never meant to fall through the sky.
One moment, she is human, ordinary, earthbound, and the next, she wakes in a world where the trees scrape the heavens and serpents rule the valleys. A land of dragons, elves, and creatures far older than memory.
And him.
A naga so vast his coils shape the rivers. So enormous that she fits easily in the cradle of his palm. To him, she is fragile. Strange and small.
To her, he is terrifying. Beautiful and impossible.
In a realm where humans are rare and gods walk in scaled skin, she should fear the giant serpent who watches her as if she were something precious.
Instead, she finds herself wondering what it means to be held, not as prey or a treasure, but as something chosen.