The morning mist still clung to the village as Zahra prepared for her journey. She stood at the edge of the village, looking out towards the towering mountains in the distance. The ruins Amarah spoke of were deep within those peaks, places untouched by time, where the past still lingered, waiting to be uncovered. Zahra knew that her path ahead would not be an easy one, but the weight of the prophecy—of the future that depended on her actions—was a burden she could not ignore.
Kale stood beside her, his presence a silent comfort as she gathered the few belongings she would need for the journey. His eyes were filled with concern, but he said nothing, respecting her need to face this alone, as Amarah had insisted. Yet, Zahra could feel the pull of his heart—his loyalty, his love—anchoring he
