REMY
The voice of the creature rang out through my ears, and there was something about it that made me feel like I needed to itch my brain.
“Come to me, Remoria,” it whispered. It repeated this phrase over and over until it sounded less like a command and more like a soothing lull. I knew that I should listen to Caulder and run as far as I could, but that part of me was being suppressed, and running suddenly seemed to be a terrible idea.
I took a step forward, and Caulder threw his arms around my waist to hold me back.
“The only way to stop everyone from getting hurt is to join me. Come to me, child.” It’s voice was soothing, and it made it seem like what the creature was saying was the only choice.
“I need to go to it,” I whispered. It felt like it was the only solution. People were
