Magic, Mayhem, and My Misplaced Soulmate

Previously

…As they turned to leave the glade, a faint shimmer of residual magic lingered around them, a visible trail marking their passage. Elara’s cloak seemed to hold the moonlight, Lyra’s hair seemed to capture the stars. Unbeknownst to them, a lone Atherian scout, his senses honed by years of border patrols, had been tracking unusual magical signatures that had flared near the forbidden woods. His eyes, sharp and suspicious, had witnessed the fading glow emanating from the glade. He marked the location on his map, a frown deepening on his brow. The secret, they both knew, was already becoming harder to keep.