Wyfn-Royal Court

"She must be found," Ellinora interrupted, her tone resolute. "Send word to the Wyfguard. They patrol the outskirts of wyfwoods. If they spot her, they'll bring her back safely."

"Yes, my lady."

Ellinora sighed, her mind racing with worry. Alaric and Wyfhaven had saved hundreds over the years, but this girl was different. 

There was a mystery surrounding her, an unspoken danger that hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Somewhere in Wyfwoods, Serenity crouched beneath the shelter of a large tree, her arms wrapped around her knees. The damp earth chilled her, but she didn't care. 

She couldn't stay at Wyfhaven. They were kind, but kindness didn't erase fear. It didn't undo what had been done to her. 

She needed to be free, to be far away from everyone, even if it meant braving the dangers of the woods alone.

Back at Wyfhaven, Ellinora stood by the stained-glass window overlooking the courtyard, her hands clasped tightly.