My Dairy

Previously

…She thought of Mille, likely asleep in her bed, her toy piano silent for the night. Elara felt a pang of guilt, a fleeting thought of the life she was leaving behind, the sister she might be disappointing. But then, her gaze drifted to the dark, imposing silhouette of the mountains against the night sky. The map pulsed in her hand, a tangible invitation. The Sunstone. A legend. A journey. And for the first time, Elara Vance felt the distinct, thrilling sensation of stepping onto a path that was entirely her own, a path that promised to be anything but sensible. The whispering map had spoken, and she had heard. The adventure had begun.