A Farewell to Hematheas

With the morning light came a bittersweet air of finality. The sun's soft glow filtered through the towering trees of Hematheas, illuminating the castle's courtyard in a golden hue. It was a day of parting, moving forward, and leaving something behind.

Luke stood at the centre of the courtyard, his coat fastened securely, his travel bag slung over his shoulder. Around him, the elven nobility and protectors of Hematheas had gathered to bid him farewell. King Vesryn, regal and composed as ever, stood tall at the forefront. Beside him was Queen Loreleia, her expression a mixture of pride and sadness. Irithiel stood nearby, her sharp gaze fixed on Luke, while Shesha and a few maids waited a respectful distance away. Behind them, a cluster of Wardens and Sentinels lined the courtyard, their presence a reminder of the city's vigilant strength.