The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the worn map spread out before Liora and Alin. The parchment was old, its edges frayed and brittle, marked with cryptic symbols and winding paths that seemed to shift under their gaze. They had been studying it for hours, their eyes tracing the lines and hidden routes that led far beyond the borders of the fae court, into the wild and uncharted lands where few dared to venture. The rogue fae were out there, somewhere, and with them, the answers Liora so desperately sought.
Liora leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concentration. The revelation of her fae heritage had shaken her to her core, but it had also ignited a fire within her. She needed to understand where she came from, to uncover the truth behind her bloodline and the magic
