Whispers in the Dark

The camp was eerily quiet despite the murmurs of soldiers tending to wounds and securing the perimeter. The fire flickered, casting dancing shadows on the trees. Evelyn sat near the flames, sharpening her blade with slow, deliberate strokes. The masked warrior's voice still echoed in her mind.

Kael approached, dropping onto the log beside her. "You're still thinking about them, aren't you?"

She sighed, pausing her movements. "They knew my fighting style. They countered my every move like they had studied me for years."

Kael's brow furrowed. "Then that means they had access to information no one should have. We have a traitor in our midst."

Lysara, who had been eavesdropping from a nearby tent, stepped into the light. "I had the same thought. I've been watching the men. There's been whispers of a stranger sneaking through the ranks at night."

Evelyn's grip on her sword tightened. "Then we set a trap. If they're watching us, let's give them something to see."

Kael smirked. "I like the way you think. What's the plan?"

Evelyn leaned in, voice low. "We make them believe I'm vulnerable. I'll leave my tent unguarded tonight. If they take the bait, we'll have our traitor."

Lysara nodded. "And if the masked warrior comes instead?"

Evelyn's eyes darkened. "Then I end this, once and for all."