The Idol Part 1 🔔

Elara looked down at the idol. The smirk on its lips seemed wider now. She wrapped it in a lead-lined cloth, her hands steady despite the tremor in her soul. She didn’t tell him the truth. She couldn’t.

Elara didn’t answer. Her brush had just struck something smooth. Not stone. Not pottery. It was too regular, too cool. She switched to a trowel, scraping away the packed earth with increasing urgency. The hum grew stronger, resonating in her molars. the idol part 1

The first seal is broken. And you are my new singer. Elara looked down at the idol