Irielle's footsteps were steady as she approached the tall gates of the elf village, though her heart beat like a drum inside her chest.
The looming wooden doors were carved with intricate markings of wolves howling at the moon, their images glinting faintly under the sunlight.
She had walked this path countless times in her childhood, but today, it felt foreign, hostile.
The keeper was waiting for her. He stood straight-backed before the gate, his pale eyes unseeing, yet unwavering in their focus.
His hair was long and streaked with silver, tied neatly behind him.
Though blind, he radiated an aura of authority that made even Irielle feel as though her every step and breath were under scrutiny.
"You know the rules. Those who do not believe in Her cannot enter the goddess's embrace."
The keeper said, his voice calm but firm.
His head tilted slightly, and though his eyes were empty, Irielle felt as though he was piercing straight through her.
