What could be worse than a three year non-stop pestilence? A plagued climate such as the world has never seen, or could never comprehend. Hot rain, bloodstained snowflakes, consistent ravaging, scary thunderstorms and lightning and evil grey skies? "The truth would soon be out, and Kalador would finally be free," Elda said. "I know it." In her words was a little glimmer of hope, but with a questionable and wavering assurance, like the flickering flame of a candle interrupted by a constant surge of breeze But then there is a bam! And it all happened, and it practically became her responsibility to solve the mystery of the pestilence. And when everything that was coming to light were posing a future of bliss and peculiarity, things were threatening heavily going the other way round as she's without mercy torn between strange worlds, the overwhelming picture of an epic truth, two teenage boys, and the fact that she was something that she never believed was possible? Would she find the answers the world is looking for, or would the pestilence intensify and swallow up the remains of the earth? Fantasy, future, magic, adventure, and everything it takes as you embark on a dearth journey with Elda Draycian? Tags on 16-09-2021 #137 out of 11.6K in Magical #559 out of 39.6K in Future