The stranger’s words lingered in the air, a stark reminder that the truths we held close could be mere shadows of the past.
Elenora bristled, her gaze narrowing with fierce loyalty. “Imin was no villain,” she insisted. “He protected our kind from the chaos and greed of the mundanes. They exploited magic for their selfish gains!”
The man’s face softened with a weary smile. “I understand your loyalty, Elenora, but not every story passed down is the truth. Come on, it’s time you saw what really happened.” He extended his hands outward. “Join hands and open your minds.”
I looked around, expecting everyone to protest, but surprisingly, they all seemed eager, if a bit skeptical, to learn what really happened.
Reluctantly, we formed a circle around him, my hand slipping into Samuel’s warm gra
