Queen Selthía;
Elián lies trembling on my floor, his breath shaking in uneven pulls, and his white-tiger like markings that show he's a primordial are fading across his skin like a candle fighting against a storm. He got so weak his body had to tap into his Premodial aura to sustain itself.
Zerana stands beside me, and there's fear in her eyes as she stares at Elian. I've never seen Zerana afraid before.
"Selthía… what did you do?" she asks carefully as she drops to her knees beside Elián.
"I–I was doing what instinct told me," I respond, and she blinks at me.
I look at the boy on the floor, and my heart aches. His lips are pale, and his breathing is weak.
"Selthía… You acted off emotions," Zerana scolds softly as she kneels beside the boy "Should you really have done this blindly? What if forcing a soul back hurts him?" She adds, and I glare at her.
