When the Moon Dries Its Eyes

Previously

…But as they continued their ascent, Elara no longer felt the chill of fear as deeply. Beside her, the disgraced knight, the reluctant protector, had shed the burden of his past, not by forgetting it, but by embracing it. He was no longer a man running from his demons, but a warrior charging towards them, his sword now aimed at the heart of the darkness that had once consumed him. Their path was perilous, their enemy formidable, but for the first time since fleeing her village, Elara felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a tiny spark of moonlight in the encroaching night. Kael’s reckoning had begun, and with it, their desperate race against time.