Elena’s pov
The weight of my impending conversation with Willow, the powerful magician, sat heavy in my stomach like a stone.
How was I supposed to talk to a statue? It seemed like a fool's errand, a desperate grasp at straws in my fight to get answers. Still, the hope that flickered within me refused to be extinguished.
Lucas stood beside me as we approached the ancient elven temple.
The air here hummed with a power I could almost taste, a tangible residue of forgotten magic. The little girl, thankfully, guided us into the temple.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Lucas asked, his voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber.
"Willow is in there," the girl replied, her voice a melodic whisper. "That’s where she stays."
We reached the entrance to the inner chamber, the air growi
