Where Shadows Meet Starlight

Previously

…The Shadow Weaver's hand dropped, and the figure stepped back. "You can't win, Elara. You don't have enough to pay the price. You've already given me your fear. Soon, I'll have everything else." Elara looked at the sphere, pulsing gently in the dark. She looked at the roots, spreading like veins through the mountain. She looked at the book, the words fading now, leaving nothing but blank paper. She didn't know the true name. She didn't know the price. But she knew one thing: she couldn't let the Shadow Weaver win. "I'm not paying your price," Elara said, closing the book. "I'm finding my own." She stepped forward, toward the sphere, and the roots began to writhe.