Callista’s POV

Her long hair cascades down in shimmering strands, and on her neck is silvery jewelry. A serene smile appears on her face. She is a beautiful and enchanting being.

Her gaze looks like it holds the secrets of the universe as her golden-brown eyes bore into my hazel eyes, even though I am scared to describe what her face looks like.

“Oh, you daughter of the soil!” Her soothing, calming, and melodic voice echoes, snapping me out of the trance I was in.

What does she mean by daughter of the soil? I tried opening my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. She walks closer, each step sending...