Chapter 10
Elder Maeve's Secret
Confronted by Elara, Elder Maeve reveals fragments of the truth. She confesses to knowing more about the bloom and the darkness than she let on, admitting she's been guarding ancient knowledge, fearing its misuse.
The air in Elder Maeve’s chamber was thick, not just with the scent of dried herbs and beeswax, but with an unspoken tension that had been building for days. Elara stood before her mother, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, the weight of Kael’s hushed warnings and her own gnawing unease pressing down on her. The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock the stillness of the room, making the familiar tapestries on the walls appear like shifting, watchful eyes.
“Mother,” Elara began, her voice barely a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a shard of ice. “You know more. About the bloom, about… about the shadow.”
Elder Maeve’s gaze, usually a steady beacon of calm, was clouded. Her fingers, gnarled with age and the burden of leadership, traced the rim of a wooden bowl, her knuckles white. She hadn’t met Elara’s eyes since she’d entered, her posture stiff, as if braced for a blow.
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