Eowyn
The morning breeze carried the scent of pine and wild herbs as I stood at the edge of the eastern boundary, my silver Starfire dancing at my fingertips. The expansion of our territory had begun in earnest, and today I was tasked with establishing the new magical perimeter—a responsibility I still found somewhat surprising, given my history.
A year ago, I had been a prisoner of the Council, my powers bound and manipulated for their purposes. Now, I was trusted with safeguarding the borders of what had become the most remarkable supernatural sanctuary in existence. The irony wasn't lost on me.
"You're smiling," Ronan observed, appearing at my side with the quiet grace that still sometimes startled me. "A rare sight so early in the morning."
I glanced at him, taking in his familiar features—the sharp angles of his face softened by the morning light, his dark hair ruffled by the wind. Once my captor, now my partner in every sense that mattered.
"Just appreciating how much has change
