The Chronicle of the Lost King

Previously

…Elara didn’t hesitate. The knowledge of King Theron’s true purpose burned within her, a fierce light against the encroaching darkness. She couldn’t afford to be captured, not now. Not when the celestial alignment was so close. She melted into the deeper shadows of the forest, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, the wooden bird a constant, urgent tremor against her palm. The chase had begun in earnest. The King’s sanctuary, and the fate of his prophecy, rested on her ability to outwit those who craved his secrets for their own gain. The stars watched, and Elara, the unlikely guardian, ran towards her destiny.