The resonance causes a severely fatal mana deprivation among those who are not prepared. "Our souls are no longer used to being around the mana... I wish I could tell you more, but this is all that I understand as of now." Nora explained in a distant voice.
Alyssane felt cold dread settle in her heart.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the seat. Every word Nora had spoken echoed like a jarring curse. Magic. Resonance. Ancient things. Why were things becoming so hard to understand?
'I just want them to stop.'
'Magic… madness, they end up being the same.'
The carriage rattled impatiently on the uneven path. Alyssane's heart was a mess of feelings she could not name, her mind was split between memories.
"I see my death in every dream," Her mother's voice trembled as uncontrollable tears streamed down her eyes, she tightly clutched her daughter even as the young girl could hardly stand the pain.
