Whispers in the Dark
The night air carried a weight that had nothing to do with the cold. Aria pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, standing at the edge of the forest where the trees loomed like silent sentinels. The vision from earlier still clawed at her mind—the glow of the amulet, the whispered warning, the feeling that something ancient was watching.
Alexander stood beside her, his presence grounding her in a way she didn't want to acknowledge. He hadn't left her alone since the vision, and though she would never admit it, she was grateful.
Elias had gathered the warriors for a strategy meeting inside the war tent, but Alexander had stayed with her.
"You felt something when you touched that parchment," he said, his voice low, thoughtful. "Not just a vision. It was like… a memory."
Aria swallowed. "It felt real. Like I was there."
"That means the artifact is connected to you," he said. "Somehow."