Thalia's Ashen Fate
I let the crackle of the fire and the murmurs of the crowd fade away until all that remained was him, his hand in mine, and the hopeful swell of the music.
The melody that rose to meet us was wilder, unrestrained. We no longer held hands but danced freely, a whirlwind of motion. I felt the thrumming beat move through my very bones as I twirled, lost in the pure, untamed energy of the moment.
But it was short-lived. With a final, discordant clang, the music didn't just stop—it shattered. A heavy, profound silence crashed down over the clearing. From the edge of the crowd, five elves emerged, stalking toward us. The celebrants parted before them like a receding tide, a silent, shuffling path c
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