Lana
Today, I returned to the Abyssal Hollow Palace. Still with a smile that just wouldn't leave my face, and still with a ring that felt so heavy—not from burden, but from meaning.
Lucen walked beside me. Calm. As always. But every time I stole a glance at him, he would smile, and I couldn't help but smile too.
We stepped into the palace's grand hall and immediately began asking about the two names that had filled my thoughts since last night.
Sylas and Kaelith.
I searched the training grounds. They weren't there.
The strategy room. Empty.
The west balcony where Sylas often wasted time staring at the sky. Also empty.
I was nearly about to head into the palace's lower chambers when I heard Ezric's voice call from behind.
"Lana!"
I turned quickly.
The boy came running toward me, panting like he'd just been chased by ten winged Succubi.
"Thank the stars you're here… I was told to tell you!"
"There it is," Lucen muttered beside me, arms crossed.
