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Lucine twirled her hair playfully, her voice amused as she said, "Is there a need for me to lie?" The forest was silent, with only the whispering of the leaves brushing against each other as a gentle breeze blew past. Selena tightened her hands into fists, not expecting the truth of Lucine's disappearance 20 years ago to be this inconceivable.

The silver sliver of moonlight streaming through the window seemed to taunt me with its calm beauty, so at odds with the storm brewing within my mind. "Elara Windrider," I whispered, the name carrying both hope and dread. My fingers trailed over the spines of aged leather-bound books that lined the shelves, filled with lore and secrets of our kind-knowledge that may soon prove vital, should Elara choose to grace us with her presence.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Soon after, Josie walked in without asking. She did not seem to notice the tension between Sean and I. She walked over to him and affectionately tied a scarf around his neck. Then, she straightened up and raised an eyebrow in fake surprise. “Wendy, you’re here too? I was bored, so I knitted this scarf. I have no idea if Sean will like it.” Sean glanced at me and said with a smile, “Josie, you’re so talented. This scarf looks great.”

Willa hugged me happily, claiming that I had finally come to my senses after losing all of my dignity since being with Taylor. She was right—I had loved Taylor so much that I nearly lost myself. Jordan was happy for me as well, though I hadn't noticed the flicker of relief in his eyes. After dinner, Jordan drove us to Willa's place. I spent the night catching up with Willa after so long. The next day at noon, I was woken by the incessant ringing of my phone. Unlocking it, I saw dozens of missed calls from Taylor. I sighed and called him back.

While the drizzle continues to fall and the wind's getting stronger, suddenly, the clouds were scattered. When suddenly the sun disappeared, the atmosphere returned to faint. The wind was blowing again so hard that the coconut trees seemed to fall to the ground. From afar, I saw an old man with black skin and curly gray hair looking at the coconut trees on the other side of the river. Apparently, he meant the coconut fruit. He seemed like he was about to give up hope. If the drizzle and wind never stopped, then he would not be able to take it. As if giving up, he turned around and walked back to his house.

The woman glanced up at the question and fixed her eyes into the young man's as if questioning his intentions before he flashed a toothed smile and tilted his head to the side. The woman cleared her throat and wiped her cheeks, where a few stray tears fell. "I'm Amaya." She quietly answered. Ash nodded at the name as he held out his hand for a handshake.

Ghtraht's loud voice echoed in the clearing as he spoke: “Brothers and sisters, I give you Shieena, the heroine of Zanestor. She, who together with the Sunbringer killed our most hated enemy, the dwarf king. She, who made the new dwarven queen tremble before her. She, who forced that same queen to release all our people from their prisons. She, who brought us victory with the heart of a warrior. Goblins, I present to you my future wife, Shieena the Victorious. Through her I give you my future children, whose blood will be the blood of legends. The blood of warriors!” The audience went crazy. They screamed their names, applauded and cheered. That night they served food in every tavern and eve

, I whispered, and he nodded into my shoulder with a sniffle. We'd stayed like that for a few moments before a man with a beautiful smile appeared out of nowhere, introducing himself to Tempest. I raised an eyebrow at the two, and Apollo sat up, wiping his eyes "Sorry, I forgot. Let me introduce you to Reign. He's the spirit I manifested when I was a child", he said, climbing off me and helping me to my feet. I extended a hand to Reign and smiled, "A pleasure. I'm Artemis, and you just met my spirit, Tempest" he nodded at me with a wide smile "A very nice name. It's very fitting for you", he said to Tempest, genuinely. There was no trace of malice or mockery at all; he really did like her na

Listarte then produced another spell. *“Gentle oh you are wind of the celestial Hear my plea, grant us thee Show thy might and beauty Oh wash away all the sorrow thy see,”* A whirling wind started to circle Taraya slowly cutting her down. Her clothes started to tear; she began to weaken causing her to kneel down. The wind caused her braids to unravel and it ceased to float around. The dungeon went silent, as if the catastrophe has gone and past. Lista and the others regrouped. Confiding in each other’s warmth.

Gemma let herself inhale deeply, savoring the moment, the delicate tension, the infinite possibilities. And somewhere, in the hum of the cicadas, the creak of the porch boards, and the gentle stir of the wind, Gemma whispered to her self, a quiet, reverent acknowledgment of what the night had become: “This is where the summer wind blows.”