"I'm afraid of nothing!" The little Elara exclaimed, giggling joyfully. "Afraid of nothing? Are you sure?" Older sister Sarah asked, smiling ear to ear. "Yes! Nothing!" Elara recalled this memory from many years ago, remembering how she thought she was afraid of nothing. She thought wrong. She was scared. Scared of something, if not everything. She was scared. Of losing another one. Like she lost Sarah. One of the only people in the world who cared for her. Another one. Elara felt tears welling in her eyes and didn't bother to wipe them. She was afraid. Not of nothing, of everything.
