Dawn had barely touched the sky when the carriage left the Silvermist Pack. Elian Silvermist sat on the edge of the worn velvet seat with each turn carrying him farther away from home, his slender fingers folded together in his lap, knuckles whitening under the strain. His mother had clung to him until the royal guards pried her away, her sobs tearing the morning stillness. Behind her, Selene stood, her golden eyes—sharp as forged gold—locked on Elian's face, blazing with a fury she dared not unleash against the kingdom's decree. Those eyes, so like their father's in life, now mirrored a silent vow of vengeance. Elian forced himself to turn forward as the carriage door slammed shut, the crack of the whip urging the horses onward. One backward glance, and the fragile thread of his resolve might snap, unraveling him before he even reached his fate. The journey lasted for hours, and as they moved deeper the trees grew denser, the forest turns darker.Even the air felt different here—
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