Unfinished Love

the hidden truth

Melo guided Arist through the castle, and he was awestruck by its splendor. The grand halls were adorned with tapestries that told stories of ancient battles and heroic deeds. Chandeliers of crystal sparkled like stars, casting a warm, inviting light across the polished floors.

They made their way to the royal library, a vast room filled with towering shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls. The air was thick with the smell of aged parchment and ink. Melo moved with purpose, her fingers brushing over the spines of books as she searched for something.

Arist watched her with a mix of admiration and curiosity. “Why are you helping me?” he asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.

Melo paused, her hand resting on a dusty scroll. “There is a prophecy,” she said slowly, her voice imbued with gravity. “It speaks of a visitor from another world who will bring change. My father, the king, has been troubled by dreams of a great upheaval. Perhaps your arrival is connected.”

Arist frowned. “But why me? I’m just a regular guy.”

Melo’s gaze was steady, filled with a mixture of hope and concern. “The prophecy does not specify who. It only says that the visitor will come during a time of great need.”

Before Arist could respond, a guard burst into the room, his face pale and filled with urgency. “Your Highness, the castle is under attack!”

Melo’s expression turned grim, her resolve hardening. “The enemy has arrived sooner than expected. We must act quickly.”