Forgiven

A month had passed since the death of Morvane's grandmother and the daring prison escape of Esmael. Despite the passage of time, the rage burning in Morvane's heart had not diminished. The thought of Esmael wandering free gnawed at him daily.

He stood in the graveyard where his grandmother rested, surrounded by weathered stones and the scent of earth after a recent rain. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, but the atmosphere remained heavy. He visited this place every day, hoping — desperately hoping — that he might see her spirit. Yet, despite his power to bind and commune with spirits, he had never once seen her.

Sometimes Luna accompanied him, offering quiet companionship, but today he was alone. He traced his fingers across the etched letters on her gravestone, his heart aching with longing.

"Still nothing," he whispered to himself.