On the shores of Tireke's kingdom, a young man stood, oblivious to the world, as the waves lapped at his bare feet. The gentle ocean breeze, laden with salt and secrets, played with his hair as a messenger falcon descended to perch on his shoulder. With surprising gentleness, the boy removed the scroll tied to the bird's leg.
The message was brief, but its weight immense:
"We will meet again. The pact will be made again, and, above all, the prophets will seek out people. We must be prepared."
The young man stroked the bird's head, his fingers tracing gentle circles on its feathers, as he continued his walk along the shore.
"The game will begin again," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper carried away by the wind. "If we are reunited again, it will be more interesting."
He walked to the imposing castle, where the murmurs of its inhabitants welcomed him with every step. Little by little, the sound faded, giving way to a hallway dimly lit by lamps, where only the gentle flapping of the falcon's wings broke the silence.
"Calm down, friend," he said, glancing at the bird. "Anas sent you from far away with this. It's time for you to rest."
The young man entered his personal chamber, a space decorated with the elegance of royalty and the mysteries of the sea. He placed the falcon on a perch, where it began to peck at its food greedily.
"Well, let's answer," Isu concluded, her gaze fixed on the scroll she was still holding.