Chapter 7
The Abduction
In a sudden, terrifying turn of events, the Dark Sorcerer's forces strike. Lysander is brutally kidnapped, his cries echoing as he's dragged away. Florinda witnesses the horror, her heart shattering.
The afternoon sun, usually so warm and welcoming, felt like a pale imitation of comfort that day. Florinda and Lysander sat by the edge of the whispering woods, a place that had become their sanctuary, their quiet corner of the world where laughter flowed as easily as the nearby brook. He spoke of distant lands, his voice a low, melodic hum that always made her heart flutter, and she listened, her gaze tracing the gentle curve of his jaw, the way his eyes sparkled when he recounted a particularly amusing anecdote. Her hand rested on his, a silent testament to the tender affection that had blossomed between them, so quickly and so completely. It felt like a dream, a perfect, sun-drenched dream, and she desperately wished it would never end.
But dreams, as Florinda was about to learn, could shatter with a single, brutal blow.
A chill, sharp and unnatural, snaked through the air, silencing the birdsong and wilting the wildflowers at their feet. The vibrant green of the forest canopy seemed to darken, the shadows stretching and contorting into menacing shapes. Lysander’s head snapped up, his gentle expression replaced by one of alarm. "Florinda," he murmured, his grip tightening on her hand, "something is wrong."
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