The Warning That Bleeds

POV: Elara

“I woke up tasting ash, and I knew the future had already screamed.”

The words left Elara’s mouth before she realized she was awake.

She sat bolt upright on the healing cot, heart hammering, fingers clutching at her throat as if she could pull the taste from her tongue.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the healing runes embedded in the stone walls, for a single, terrifying second, she did not recognize where she was.

Then the ache hit, ...