My Dairy

Previously

…Silas’s face was a mask of grim determination. “A guardian, perhaps. Or something worse.” He took a step forward, his hand reaching inside his tunic. But before he could draw whatever he was concealing, the creature’s head snapped up, its glowing eyes fixing on them. A hiss escaped its throat, a sound that promised pain and destruction. Elara felt a primal surge of fear, but beneath it, a flicker of something else – a fierce protectiveness, a determination to not let this creature, or whatever it represented, stand in her way. The map felt warm against her skin, and she could almost feel a presence beside her, ancient and watchful, though she was alone with Silas in the echoing darkness.