HELENA
Helena stood at the edge of the bridge where the sister statues of Xesperia and Earth reside.
The pale grey stone pillars covered in years and years of moss and vegetation.
Guardians of the entrance to Keeper’s manor.
One more step and her life would never be the same again.
She knew that much.
Knew there would be no going back. Not anymore. Not after what she had done.
What she didn’t know however, was how that one step wouldn’t just change her life, but it would alter all of time and the lives of thousands of others after her.
But for now, Helena took a deep breath and allowed the rush of the mountain air she is unused to flood her lungs.
The first thing she noticed was the salt.
Or rather the lack thereof.
Back home, the air was always salty.
Not a bad kind of salty.
