Alena

A whispering breeze caresses my face as I follow King Roak through the underbrush, my heart a thicket of nerves and determination. Each step we take into the mystical forest seems to peel away layers of reality until the world hums with magic, saturated in secrecy.

“Stay close,” Roak murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the crisp air. His hand finds mine, an anchor amidst the undulating shadows that dance between the ancient trees. His touch is both a ...