Stolen Hearts

As the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, Aria found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Relief at their unexpected salvation warred with suspicion and grief for her fallen companions.

The river's relentless current eventually began to slow, forcing Aria and her companions to make their way to the shore. Exhausted and soaked to the bone, they dragged themselves onto the rocky bank, gasping for air.

As dawn broke over Millbrook, Aria and her companions prepared for their journey north. The town stirred to life around them, oblivious to the momentous departure taking place in its midst. Kelvin had secured a pair of sturdy horses and a small cart, loaded with supplies gleaned ...

The days that followed in Millbrook were a welcome respite for Aria and her small band of loyalists. The modest inn on the outskirts of town became their temporary sanctuary, a place where they could finally catch their breath after years of constant flight.

As night enveloped Millbrook, Aria and Kelvin made their way through the narrow, cobblestone streets. The moon cast long shadows, and every rustle of leaves or distant footstep set their nerves on edge. They arrived at the designated meeting place – a dilapidated barn on the outskirts of town.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold as Aria and her diminished group trudged onward. The weight of Ereth's death hung heavy on their hearts, each step a reminder of their dwindling numbers and fading hope.

As they moved through the fields, the tall grass whispered secrets of danger with each gust of wind. Aria's eyes darted from shadow to shadow, her nerves frayed from years of constant vigilance. The sun beat down mercilessly, and sweat trickled down her back, her once-fine clothe...

Princess Aria ran through the woods alone, feet cut from the rough ground and muscles aching. Tears streamed down her face and terror pounded in her heart.