fate betrayal
It hadn’t sat well with me, nor with my council, but curiosity and the faint stirrings of unease had won out.
When the elder finally arrived, it was with none of the grandeur or ceremony I had expected. A lone figure cloaked in furs, their face weathered and lined with years of wisdom, rode up on a pale gray horse. Their eyes, sharp and silver, met mine as they dismounted, and I felt the weight of their scrutiny like a tangible force.
“I am Elder Valora,” they said, their voice carrying the authority of centuries. “You are Aria, the one who has defied the Goddess.”
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