Missions and Alden's Past

The living room was quiet, lit only by the soft orange glow of a few enchanted lanterns hanging on the walls. Outside, the winds whispered through the trees. The moon was high, casting pale light through the narrow windows.

Alden sat beside Hera on the old wooden couch, his arms resting on his knees, fingers laced.

From the other room, they could hear Ethan moving. His footsteps were light, and controlled.

"I'm going to get ready," he had told them earlier. "Whatever happens… I need to be ready for what's coming."

Now, with that silence returning, Alden leaned closer to Hera.

"Do you think it is a good idea to let him do it?" His voice was quiet. "Should I let Ethan take my place and go for the ritual?"

Hera turned slowly to look at him, trying to read the full meaning behind his question.

Alden met her gaze. "I know how stupid it sounds… but you know I'm capable of handling it. If I go instead of him—"