Kael led Elara through a narrow deer trail, barely visible in the moonlight. Their steps were swift but silent.
"Kael..." Elara's voice was soft. "How long have you known me?"
He didn't answer immediately.
"Since before your birth."
She stumbled. "What?"
"You were chosen long ago. The pact is older than you think."
A shiver ran down her spine. She looked at the glowing mark on her wrist.
"Why me?"
Kael glanced back, eyes shadowed by his hood. "Because you still believe."
Before she could reply, a deep horn echoed through the woods—low and distant, but unmistakable.
"They've found our trail," Kael said grimly. "We have to split up."
Elara froze. "No! You said you'd explain everything."
"I will. At the ruins." He pressed a small crystal into her hand. It pulsed faintly. "This will guide you. Don't lose it."
"Kael, wait—"
But he was already gone, disappearing into the trees.
Elara stood alone, the crystal glowing softly in her palm, the mark on her wrist humming in sync.
Then she turned—and ran.