Elizabeth In Coma

Elina sat by Elizabeth’s side, by the edge of the table of healing soil, her fingers intertwined with her friend’s cold, unmoving hand.

Elizabeth had been on the healing table for eight hours now, buried in rich, sacred soil that was supposed to aid in the recovery of her memories. The ancient process was a last resort, one that Fero had finally agreed to after much persuasion.

Now, Elina watched Elizabeth with a growing dread, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Had she made the right choice?

Was knowing the identity of Storm even important?

Why had she sent the picture to her friend? She would have let it slide.

Elina shook her head. They had needed to know who Storm was. It was the last piece of the puzzle.

After Elizabeth had fainted, she had rushed to the healer and had explained that Elizabeth had sunk into her memories.

Elina hadn’t known how she had known this fact, but it had been strongly impressed in her spirit. The healer had gotten into action, whilst waiting for