Amarelle
Amarelle’s eyes filled with knowing and fear upon hearing disembodied words that intoned those of Nell. She shrunk from the sound of her kind mentor’s out-of-body voice as it spoke to her and her alone – words unheard by others who were not gifted at hearing the spirits beyond. To Amarelle, Nell’s soft sounding voice seemed like a merciless sting. One could only feel a stab like that if they had conscience then acted against it. Guilt’s vice like grip clenched at Amarelle’s stomach causing her to lurch forward. It made her feel sick. (more…)
