The obsidian lineage

Previously

…He met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “Someone who understands the cost of power,” he replied. “And someone who knows the Serpent’s Eye will return.” He turned and walked towards the treeline, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the rising sun. “You should run, Elara. Run as far and as fast as you can. They will not stop hunting you.” And then, he too was gone, leaving Elara alone in the quiet clearing, the weight of her lineage pressing down on her, the serpent’s gaze a chilling promise of the perilous journey that had just begun. The obsidian shards in her dream no longer seemed like fragments of a nightmare, but the scattered pieces of her own broken reality.