The chronicles of Ed the Warrior

Previously

…And somewhere beyond the forest, Ed walked alone. His old traveling cloak flapped in the wind. He had not waited for Sofia to finish the new one—he had left before dawn, before his heart could soften. But he carried the village in his chest, warm as honey bread, bright as a child’s shield, and he walked toward the shadow of his past with steady feet. Layia felt the silver sun over her heart pulse once—like a heartbeat, like a promise. She pressed her hand against it and smiled. She would be ready when he came back.