Lyla
The moment I drove the sword into Nymeris, the world around me shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer. A violent wave of energy surged through me, crackling in the air like a storm trapped inside a glass cage. My body convulsed as pain and power coiled through my veins and suddenly, I wasn't standing in the present anymore.
I was falling.
Not through space, but through time.
Memories, not mine but mine, exploded in my mind. The fragmented pieces of the past, the truths hidden beneath centuries of deception, wrapped around my soul like a second skin. I saw – not as an observer, but as Neriah.
I was Neriah.
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The Beginning of the End
The Northern Forest hummed with scattered laughter, children playing, birds chirping in the trees and a group of men talking amongst themselves.
