She laughs bitterly. Unrolls the scroll. It is perfectly empty.
ELARA (Voice low, cracking) They told me the prophecy was sealed. Written before the first sun rose. My name, they said, was carved into the bones of time.
She folds the scroll, tucks it into her belt. Her hand moves to a simple iron dagger at her side. hero's destiny script
(She turns to face the audience, or the void)
Because someone has to be.
I am afraid.
ELARA (CONT'D) I thought destiny was a line you follow. A chain. A cage. She laughs bitterly
She exits. The torch gutters, then steadies.