Inside the tent sat an old woman with skin as pale as ice and eyes that held no pupils. She didn't look up as they entered. "I have been waiting for the Star-Child," she rasped, her voice like cracking ice.
Elara stepped forward. "You know who I am?"
"I know the light you carry," the Seer replied, pointing a skeletal finger at Elara's palm. "But the second crystal is guarded by the Frost-Giant. To claim it, you must offer a sacrifice of memory. Are you prepared to forget your past to save the future?"