Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Aftermath
ELIJAH'S POV Emilia walked away from the ancient tree, her steps uncertain. I could sense her confusion, her mind reeling from the visions she had seen. I stayed hidden, giving her space to process everything. As she disappeared into the trees, I emerged from my hiding spot. I knew I had to follow her, to make sure she was okay. But I also knew I had to give her space, let her come to terms with what she had learned. I trailed behind her, keeping a safe distance. She walked for what felt like hours, her feet carrying her deeper into the woods. Finally, she stopped at a clearing, collapsing onto a rock. I approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Elijah," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I sat down beside her, putt
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