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Sorai let out a quiet breath, watching the way the firelight flickered across Myrdin’s face. He spoke of Katyr as if the weight of knowing him had never left his shoulders, as if even now, in death, his presence still lingered—pulling at the loose threads of his thoughts. She understood that...

I miss you, Katyr. More than I can even put into words. More than I think I’ll ever be able to say out loud. You should be here. You should have lived. And I hate that I will never see you again, never hear your voice, never roll my eyes at your brooding silences or scowl at you when you make...

Sorai stared at him, searching his face for any trace of resentment, any flicker of regret—but she found none. He had known. From the very start, he had understood the weight of this choice, the cost, and still, he had made it willingly. Her throat tightened, the guilt not fully ebbing, but...

Sorai's stomach twisted, a cold, sinking feeling washing over her as Myr spoke. She had been so focused on her promise, on her duty to bring Katyr home, that she had never once stopped to consider what this might mean for Myr. What he might be risking by helping her. Her throat tightened, and...

Sorai said nothing as she followed Myr, her arms wrapping around herself as if she could shield against the cold weight of rejection pressing against her ribs. It doesn't like what you are. The distinction should have mattered. It should have softened the blow. But all she could feel was that...

Sorai froze as the tremor ran through the forest. The air seemed to shudder around them, and the ground beneath her feet shifted as if something ancient and powerful had stirred. The trees—towering, ancient, and wise—shivered in unison, their leaves rattling like the clattering of bones. A cold...

Sorai looked at him for a long moment, her expression softening as she absorbed his words. Her doubt didn’t completely dissipate, but something about the way Myr spoke—the gentle certainty in his voice—settled her nerves in a way she hadn’t expected. "A prince…" she repeated quietly, her gaze...

"That's… incredible," Sorai said, her voice quiet with awe, though it carried an edge of unease. She gazed out at the trees surrounding them, her thoughts swirling with wonder. "Humans really do have small minds, don't we?" she huffed a humourless laugh. Her arms wrapped around herself as...

Sorai's eyes widened in genuine amazement, the tension from before momentarily forgotten. She glanced at the trees lining the river, as if expecting them to join in the conversation at any moment. The thought of trees bickering over sunlight and space was so endearing and strange that it made...

Sorai could hear the weight in Myr’s voice when he spoke of Katyr's family. Despite his words, neither of them held much hope for an easy reception. She wasn’t naive enough to believe everything would go smoothly—there would be hurt, resentment, grief. But it didn’t stop the small, fragile hope...

Sorai's fingers fidgeted in her lap as she listened to Myrdin, his words settling a weight she had already felt growing heavier with each passing mile. The idea of delivering Katyr to his family had always been daunting. Still, she couldn’t let Myrdin see how much his words unsettled her. She...

Sorai fell silent as Myrdin raised his hand, her curiosity held in check by his quiet authority. As he spoke, the vastness of what lay ahead of them started to become clearer in her mind. She imagined Leth'Loren—a city nestled in the heart of ancient magic, where the trees themselves were as old...

Sorai listened intently as Myrdin spoke, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration. The idea that the Elves weren’t a single, unified people was new to her. In Vel Anir, they had always been spoken of as a monolith—one enemy, one threat. But Myrdin’s words painted a different picture, one far...

The warmth in Myr's smile, despite the weight of their mission, provided a much-needed comfort. She could see how much Katyr meant to him, just as he meant to her. "Good," she said with a nod, her voice steady despite the heaviness of their journey. "Thank you." As he suggested teaching her...

Sorai's fingers tightened around the edge of the boat as Myr explained their path. The mention of the Old Wood sent a shiver spilling down her spine like ice water, but she pushed the feeling aside. She listened intently, her heart beating a little faster at the prospect of passing through elven...