Chapter Fourteen

XXXV.

Later that night, El stepped out of the house as soon as she was sure Typhon was asleep.

The moon was full, casting the isolated glade in its pale glow as El walked to the small tree around the back of the house in her nightgown, taking in the night air with a weary sigh.

Is it even possible for someone like me to find their place here?

A strange girl such as she, with an unknown past, living in a land of people with the rich histories they'd weaved together. Like a dull patch of wool, a part of the same tapestry as everyone else but overshadowed by all the others, and serving no real purpose.

I should fly away, and search for others like me.

But where should she look? And was there any guaranteed she'd be able to find any?

"My...already, you're having second thoughts about this life you've chosen," a voice called out to her from the darkness.