Chapter 50: The Moonwell's Request
***Arin's POV***
Suddenly, I was falling as the ground beneath my feet cracked. Sideways through reality itself, not down. The Creator's laughter subsided, the forest vanished, and I was left standing in an unnatural location.
Elena's voice reverberated in my mind, "Arin!"
"What's happening?" I looked around at the weird place we were in and said, "I don't know." Like being inside a gigantic moonlight bubble, everything was silver and blue and glowed.
A voice I had never heard before said, "You're in the Moonwell."
I turned and saw her. A woman of light and water, with hair that flowed like a river and eyes like liquid silver. She was the saddest thing I had ever seen, but she was also the most beautiful.
I said, "Who are you?"
"I am Elora," she declared. "The Moonwell's spirit. And I'm dying."
"How can you die when you're a spirit?"
