*Aloria*
I stand by the wooden table, surrounded by boxes of varying sizes, while the smell of freshly baked bread wafts in from the kitchen, mingling with the aroma of spices from last night’s feast. I can’t help but smile as I think about how quickly everything has changed. Just yesterday, we were laughing and dreaming about reclaiming the kingdom. Today, we’re packing up my family’s lives to head back to our pack. A mix of excitement and apprehension swirls in my chest.
“Aloria, could you help me with this?” My mother’s voice breaks through my thoughts, pulling me back into the moment. She’s kneeling next to a box, struggling with a roll of parchment. I rush over to her, eager to assist.
“Of course, Mom,” I say, kneeling beside her. “What do you need?”
“Just some extra hands to fold
