The Chronicle of the Obsidian Bloodline

Previously

…The curiosity that had driven me up here was now replaced by a dawning sense of purpose, tinged with a fear that felt both ancient and brand new. I was no longer just Elara, the girl who loved to wander the woods and read old books. I was Elara, a keeper of secrets, an inheritor of a power I didn’t yet understand, and a potential target for the shadows that the journal so ominously warned of. The storm was coming, and I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that it was not just the sky that was about to break. The world as I knew it was about to change, and the Obsidian Bloodline’s story was far from over. It was, in fact, just beginning again.