Slowly, Elias reached for the clasp at his neck. It was rusted from years of use. With a sharp tug, it snapped. The heavy tapestry fell to the grass in a heap of dead echoes.
"Where is your story?" Elias asked, shocked. In Aethelgard, being seen without a cloak was like being invisible. Slowly, Elias reached for the clasp at his neck
For a moment, the cold air hit his skin and he felt a terrifying lightness, as if he might float away. But then, he heard a bird chirp. He felt the rough texture of the bench. He smelled the rain-slicked earth. He wasn't the Architect or the Scholar anymore. He was simply there . "It's quiet," Elias whispered. "No," the woman smiled. "It's finally real.". shocked. In Aethelgard