“Elijah?” she asked softly, her voice shaking.
“It’s okay,” he breathed and he stuck his hand forward towards the wavy air. Savannah
wanted to scream as his hand disappeared. He stuck his arm out further and inch-by-inch it
seemed to disappear.
“Follow me,” he commanded and Savannah realized that he was sticking his hand into some type of invisible door. She hesitated, but Elijah pulled her through the portal. The air snapped and crackled around her and she found herself on the other side. She faced a large and lush forest that rested beneath an unusually large moon that gave off a blue hue. This forest seemed vaguely familiar. The air hummed and whispered around them and Savannah knew instantly that she was in the presence of magic. She turned towards Elijah, speechless yet full of questions.
Elijah stared at her, his eyes powerful yet pleading. He leaned his head back towards the moon and gave a loud strangled cry that turned into a roar. His body lifted from the ground and he writhed in mid-air as his shape twisted and contorted before he came to rest on the earthen floor.
