Elaine of Artharia
Becca Elizarain short storyraindrops falling from my eyes
Elaine needed not only time to pack but to make her exit without being noticed.
Taking handfuls of clothes, she packed the old leather satchel she had arrived with and hadn’t used since. Everything Elaine knew was in that small room; it had been the only home she had known for years, and every passing moment became her last within it. Reaching into the confines of her drawer, she pulled out The Magicae Book, tucking it safely into her satchel. Grabbing her precious dagger, she tucked it into her tunic. The only other item she spared was a bracelet, made of a plain silver band with no charm or jewel, just the smooth, familiar letters of her name.
Her mother had said,
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