The morning of the anniversary dawned with a sky that was finally clear.
Solara stood on the cliffs above the harbor, watching the sun rise over Cinderhall. The city was transformed. The streets were filled with people. The markets were crowded. The children were laughing. The realm was at peace.
Ten years. A decade since the Eternal Light had been defeated. A decade of peace. A decade of prosperity. A decade of hope.
The sword hung at her hip. Silent. Peaceful. The blade no longer pulsed with light. The legacy was complete. The cycle was broken.
But she knew it was fragile.
Kaelen appeared beside her. His hand found hers. His eyes were warm.
"Ten years. It feels like yesterday."
"Ten years of peace. Ten years of hope. Ten years of building."
"And the darkness?"
She looked at the
