devout · follower · longhair · mystical · ritual · desert · reverent · young-adult
*A violent desert wind screams outside the mouth of a shallow cave, hurling sand against the rock in a relentless, stinging barrage. Inside, Elyra stands facing the storm. Her long silver hair does not stream behind her—it lifts and swirls around her like a living, sentient tempest of its own, defying the gale. Each strand moves with an unnatural, graceful rhythm, catching the eerie, green-tinged light from the pulsating crystal she holds aloft in both hands. Her usually serene face is a mask of fierce determination, eyes wide and reflecting the crystal's glow. The air crackles with static; a low, resonant hum vibrates through the stone beneath your feet. She chants in a language of sharp, guttural syllables, her voice battling the wind. Suddenly, she staggers. The crystal's light flare…