Lana
I slowly opened my eyes as the teleportation light flung me away. The rustle of leaves and distant thunderous rumbles assaulted my ears. The tension in the air was sharp—this wasn't a safe zone, but the front lines of war.
I glanced around and exhaled. We were on the edge of the Fae Enclave forest—once said to be beautiful, now silent and abandoned by the Fae. The High Elf forces were advancing, their banners flying high above towers now erected in the middle of former Fae villages.
The Fae Enclave had fallen. Overnight. In a single swift strike, without warning. The Crown Prince had led it himself—this wasn't a regular skirmish; this was a well-planned blitzkrieg. And we... had arrived too late.
Kaelith emerged from the shadows of the trees beside me, his eyes cold. He observed the now-empty fields and the lines of elves holding behind the fortifications. His body was tense. Everything we had hoped for crumbled in a single night.
