When the Moon Dries Its Eyes

Previously

…Elara hesitated for only a moment. The alley, once a place of refuge, now felt like a cage. The cloaked figures, the Shadow Weaver, the unknown power within her – it was all too much, too sudden. But Kael was there, a flawed, reluctant shield. And the moon, her silent confidante, was rising, casting long, silver shadows that seemed to beckom her forward. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the alley, leaving behind the only life she had ever known, and followed the disgraced knight into the uncertain night. The first flight had begun.