Withering Whispers and

tly figures, shrieking willows, and vines that snacked on unsu

ult my hair?" he asked,

ith broomstick eyebrows,'" Mira con

ting his tragically frizzed c

etched in unnatural directions, the mist carried murmurs that were

in the form of a very fluffy squirrel. "I heard

steps, Elric swore he saw flashes of familiar places-his childhood bedroom, the old academy toilet

murmured. "Feeds on regrets

e trunk that had grown a surprisingly rea

like

g of black stones arranged in the shape of a crown. Inside the

convenience,"

it," Mira sai

already to

rees shrieked. And from the shadows rose a figure wrapped in torn

dr

ild of misplaced destiny. You d

d a hand. "

n magic meant to stay buried. You dine with thieves, jester

eted," Nox sa

ed closer. "You

the ruins. The true heir. The cursed crown. A

d. "Perhaps. But the for

wai

true, deep, cherished memory. Giv

ce. Then Elric

l do

ned. "Wa

on the pedestal an

ory was pul

him a wooden toy wand. She was younger than he remembered. Her hair smell

ke that...

wed. "The pa

. In the distance, the entrance to the Obsidian Vaul

hand. "You d

save the kingdom, or fix this prophecy, or... find out wha

he dryad smile

e said. "The door opens. But no