The torches in the great hall burned low as evening settled over Duskfall. A guard led Tulin forward, his robes brushing against the stone floor, his eyes calm but alert.
Tulin bowed low when he entered the hall. “My king. My queen.”
Liam nodded, holding little Dayla in his arms. Selene leaned slightly toward him, her hand resting on the child’s tiny blanket.
Damian rose first, his tone firm. “We summoned you because Ara had a dream. A dream we believe is not just a dream, but a warning.”
Tulin’s gaze moved to Ara. “Then let me hear it from the dreamer herself.”
Ara lowered her eyes, her hands trembling slightly as she began. “The night Dayla was born, I saw shadows fell over Duskfall. A voice rose. It said: the old and ruthless shall find Duskfall and bring it to dust. The same night
