"Come back here!" Aracelis growled out, his hands clenched into tight fists as she struggled against the vines.
"Bring the elder back!" He screamed, his voice cracking as the shadows of Rukiyo and others slowly became small, making it clear to him that they had reached the mouth of the cave.
Once again, he was left alone.
Aracelis' body trembled, the silence inside the room causing his heart to hammer inside his chest.
He had always hated how he was left alone.
Even back to when he first sprouted from his mother tree— the third mother tree in the west, the region that is meant for fall season.
He had always hated being alone.
He was singled out by his brothers because his hair and eyes are blue, which are distinct features that are found from the elves that came from either the winter season or the spring season.
He didn't come from either.
