The brilliant light enveloped her, both inviting and foreboding. It felt like a doorway to paradise—or perhaps to hell.
"Follow your heart," Luke said simply, his tone calm but his eyes filled with turmoil.
The weight of the decision crushed her.
Go back? To a world where her family had once suffocated her?
Or stay? In a world where danger loomed at every corner, but so did he?
Her hand trembled as she reached for the light… only to hesitate.
A sudden, elderly voice broke the tension. "Child, choices aren't about right or wrong—they're about what you're willing to live with."
The wise old man had appeared again, as if summoned by her indecision.
He revealed more of the truth, weaving a tale of interconnected fates and a bond between her and Luke that spanned lifetimes.
Her eyes widened as understanding dawned.
Turning to Luke, she hesitated before whispering, "I…"
Before she could finish, Luke stepped forward, his hand brushing hers. "Whatever you choose, I'll support you."
His voice wavered ever so slightly, betraying his emotions.
Yara's heart raced as she met his gaze. She smiled, her voice steady now. "Luke, whatever lies ahead, I'll face it. Destiny won't dictate my life—I will."
The elder chuckled approvingly. "That's the spirit."
Just as the decision loomed closer, a new shadow emerged from the crowd, blade glinting.
"Watch out!" Luke shouted, throwing himself between her and the attacker.
But Yara had already moved. For the first time, she wasn't the one being saved.
With swift precision, she deflected the blow, leaving the would-be assassin sprawling.
Luke blinked in surprise before breaking into a grin. "Guess I'm not the only hero around here."
As the light pulsed around them, Yara stepped forward. "Wherever I go, Luke… I'll carry you with me."
And with that, she made her choice.