Eira's legs felt heavy as she walked back toward the village, Kael trailing a few steps behind her. The weight of what had just happened pressed on her chest. Dragonfire the power of the Chosen. How had she used it? Why now?
The warm glow of the village lights came into view. People gathered near the square, cheering for those who had returned from the Hunt of Offering. Eira bit her lip. If they found out about her magic, they wouldn't be cheering they would be afraid.
Kael's voice broke the silence. "You can't tell anyone."
"I know," she whispered. If the village leaders discovered her powers, they wouldn't see her as a person. They'd see her as a threat.
The moment they entered the square, the crowd grew quiet. Eira felt the weight of their stares. She knew why no one had expected her to survive.
"Eira?" A woman's voice called out. It was Mae, the village healer who had taken her in after her parents died. Her face softened with relief as she rushed forward. "You're safe."
Eira forced a smile. "I made it back."
"Barely," Kael said, his tone sharp. "She was lucky."
Eira's fists clenched. He wanted to keep her secret, but did he have to make her sound weak?
Before Mae could respond, Eirik, the village elder, stepped forward. His cold, gray eyes swept over her. "You survived the hunt," he said, though his tone lacked warmth. "Did you kill the beast?"
Eira swallowed hard. "Yes."
"With that tiny dagger?" His doubt was clear. "Strange."
Kael stepped in. "I saw it myself. She killed the Virelith." His voice was steady, but Eira sensed the warning beneath it don't say more.
Eirik's gaze lingered on her a moment longer. "Very well. You may stay for now." Without another word, he turned and walked away.
The crowd slowly broke apart, but Eira felt the unease hanging in the air. No matter how much she tried to blend in, she didn't belong. And now, if anyone discovered her magic, she would lose even the fragile place she had.
Mae touched her arm gently. "Come. You need rest."
Eira nodded and followed her, but her thoughts raced. What was this power? Where had it come from? And why did she feel like something much darker was coming?
As she entered Mae's cottage, she looked down at her wrist. The golden mark had faded but the warmth still lingered beneath her skin.
This was only the beginning.