Whispers between worlds

it seemed frozen in time, with cobblestone streets and old-fashioned lampposts lining the quiet roads. Elena ha

ckage arrived at her door. It was small and wrapped in brown pap

She hadn't or

ith symbols she didn't recognize. She opened it carefully

e was a shard

ts surface was scratched and jagged, but it felt warm in her hand, almost

at her, her eyes w

lips moved silently,

as she stumbled back. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the mir

tively, her fingertip

le

kable. It echoed in her ears, tho

you must

you?" she stammered, her

m again, and the v

. "You must find the piec

ened. "Pieces? What

her alone with the shard and

't as quiet as it seemed. Something was stirring-something a