Arin named her Lyra.
She was not like anyone he had ever met. She moved like she knew the forest better than the wind itself. Strange things happened around her—flowers bloomed where she walked, and shadows seemed to follow her.
One night, Arin discovered something shocking.
Lyra was holding an ancient map—the same map that Arin's family had protected for generations.
"How did you get this?" he asked.
Lyra looked confused. "I… don't know. But I feel like I belong to it."
That night, Arin realized—she wasn't just a lost girl.
She was part of something dangerous.