The days turned into weeks, and as the sun began to rise over the valley, the air was filled with a renewed sense of possibility. The land had begun its slow recovery, and the wounds of the clans—physical, emotional, and spiritual—were starting to heal. But for Zahra, there was still a lingering sense of unease, a quiet whisper that tugged at her heart whenever she looked beyond the horizon.
Kael noticed it too. He saw the subtle way Zahra would often gaze at the distant mountains, as if searching for something—something beyond the village, beyond the newfound peace they had worked so hard to establish. He knew her well enough to understand that this restlessness was more than just a longing for the unknown; it was the pull of her past, the shadows that had yet to fully release their grip
