105- Red Scorch

Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 33rd day of Fall, Arenfall

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"Orphella, come closer." The child's gentle smile was inviting her to approach closer. "Do not be afraid, Orphella. I mean no harm."

The elf hesitantly moved forward towards the child who reached out to her. The elf felt something strange from the child, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She stopped just by the child's arms reach and asked.

"How did you know my name?" She blurted out. The elf's eyes opened wide; her mouth ajar as she realized a voice was coming out of her. She covered her mouth and tried to runaway but the shock from hearing a voice coming out of her after a long time was unbearable. Her knees shook in fear and bewilderment, she stumbled down as tears fell from her eyes.

The little child approached her and reached out for her hand, "Are you alright—"