Ereb

There was the rumble of another earthquake and I was gone. I felt the world turn beneath my feet, what seemed to be still in constant motion. Tectonic plates crashed together like the hammers of gods, driving mountains towards the sky and spewing fire and smoke. I saw a desert, a wasteland devoid of life, and watched as it changed into a green pasture full of towering trees. My awareness expanded, fractured, and I saw the earth beneath me flowing up to consume my body and leave me a statue, a demonic gargoyle set into the ground.

And then I felt my body breaking, wearing down like mountains did and being worn away. It hurt, it hurt terribly, but I’d known it would, just like I knew what would come next.

The Elemental laid a hand on my head and the stone skin broke off and fell away. I felt something warm and steady comforting me, like the whole world loved me and mourned with me for my recent loss. I felt a happiness, too, like coming home—like knowing that wherever I was, this world was my home.

I am with you. The Earth Elemental said. My name is Ereb. And yours is Jaune Arc?