The village healer's deft care had stabilized Elara's condition, but the recovery was slow.

Days passed with Elara resting in the small room of the healer's hut while Caelan remained by her side, his worry never far from the surface. The village, though recovering from the disturbance, had returned to its rhythm, its people going about their daily lives with a renewed sense of vigilance.

As Elara slowly regained her strength, she and Caelan began to discuss their next steps.

The peaceful village had provided much-needed respite, but the looming threat of their enemies still weighed heavily on their minds. They needed to move forward, despite the lingering shadows of their past and the dangers that lay ahead.

One morning, as the first light of dawn touched the village, Elara sat up in bed, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. The pain in her arm was dull but manageable, and her strength was returning.

She glanced over at Caelan, who was seated by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Caelan," she said, her voice steady, "I think it's time we leave."

Caelan turned to her, his face showing a mixture of relief and concern. "Are you sure you're ready? You have been through so much."

Elara nodded, determination in her eyes. "I'm ready. We can't stay here forever. We have to keep moving if we're going to break the curse."

Caelan sighed, a look of resigned acceptance crossing his features. "Alright. We'll leave as soon as you're able. We need to be prepared for whatever comes next." With that, Caelan went away to find the healer.

After a final check-up from the healer, Elara was deemed fit to travel, though still needing care and rest. With the healer's blessings and the village's well-wishes, they set out once more, their path leading them away from the safety of the village and into the uncertainty of their journey.

The terrain grew rougher as they moved further from the village. The landscape shifted from serene riverbanks to rocky outcrops and dense underbrush. The air grew colder, and the shadows of the forest seemed to close in around them.

As the day wore on, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows across the land. The increasing chill in the air was a stark reminder of the encroaching night, and the surrounding darkness felt oppressive.

"Elara," Caelan said, his voice low, "we should find a place to camp for the night. The terrain is becoming more dangerous, and we need to rest."

Elara agreed, and they began to search for a suitable spot. They soon found a small clearing surrounded by thick trees, offering some protection from the wind. They quickly set up camp, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows on the surrounding trees.

As they sat by the fire, the evening was filled with a tense silence. Both Elara and Caelan were lost in their thoughts, their minds preoccupied with the journey ahead and the dangers they might face. The quiet of the night was occasionally broken by the distant hoots of owls and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of horses' hooves and the clanking of armor. Elara and Caelan sprang to their feet, their instincts immediately on high alert.

Emerging from the shadows were soldiers from Elara's kingdom, their armor glinting in the firelight. At their head was the prince whom Elara was supposed to marry, Prince Cedric, his face a mask of grim determination.

"Elara!" Prince Cedric's voice rang out, filled with anger and authority. "You thought you could escape your fate?"

"Prince Cedric, what are you doing here?" Elara asked, her face masked with fear.

"Getting what rightfully is mine," Cedric said before motioning for the soldiers to attack.

Before Elara or Caelan could react, the soldiers charged. The clearing erupted into chaos as swords clashed and shouts filled the air. Caelan fought fiercely, his sword flashing in the firelight as he tried to protect Elara from the onslaught. But the soldiers were relentless, and the prince's presence only added to the confusion and danger.

"Elara, run! Go hide somewhere," Caelan urged, but she couldn't. She couldn't leave him. She couldn't abandon him to the fight.

The prince's anger was palpable as he engaged Caelan in a fierce duel, their swords meeting with a resounding clang. Amid the chaos, one of the soldiers managed to strike a severe blow to Caelan, sending him crashing to the ground. Elara's heart leapt into her throat as she saw him fall, a mix of fear and guilt overwhelming her.

"No!" Elara screamed, her voice breaking through the din. She fought her way toward Caelan, but the soldiers were too many, their numbers overwhelming her.

In the midst of the battle, the prince seized the opportunity to overpower Elara. With a commanding gesture, he ordered his soldiers to subdue her, and she was quickly surrounded and bound.

"No.... let me go," she said begging the soldiers to release her, but the prince's forces were too strong, and Elara was eventually forced into submission.

As the battle raged on, Caelan, barely conscious, was dragged away by the soldiers, his condition worsening with each passing moment. Elara watched in horror as he was carried off, her heart aching with the pain of seeing him taken from her.

"No, leave him alone! Please, I beg you!" she cried, desperation lacing her voice, but Prince Cedric paid no heed. Instead, he watched with a cold, triumphant smile as Caelan was dragged away.

The prince, his expression cold and triumphant, looked down at Elara with a sense of finality. "You belong to me now. Your defiance ends here."

No, no, no, this cannot happen. I can't go back. I am destined to be with Caelan. I cannot leave him alone.

Elara's world seemed to collapse as she was taken back to the palace, her mind reeling with the events of the night. The prince's words echoed in her ears, and the sight of Caelan being taken away filled her with a profound sense of loss.

The journey back to the palace was a blur of anguish and despair. Elara was escorted into the grand halls of the palace, her heart heavy with the weight of her loss and the dread of her impending fate.

"Elara, where did you run off to, my child? What if something had happened to you?" her father, King Thaddeus, said, his voice filled with concern.

Elara looked at her father with hollow eyes, unable to find the words to explain the chaos she had just endured.

Her mind was consumed by the memory of Caelan's fall and the crushing reality of her impending marriage to Prince Cedric.

"Father... I," she mumbled unable to form a sentence.

"It's alright my child. Thank you, Cedric, for bringing me back my daughter," King Thaddeus said as he hugged Elara and Elara unable to control herself burst into tears. There was nothing which she could do. She was helpless.

The days turned into weeks, and the reality of her situation set in.

Elara's wedding to the prince was re-arranged for the following month, and the palace was abuzz with preparations. The grand halls were filled with the sounds of servants and seamstresses, and the atmosphere was one of anxious anticipation.

The day before the wedding, a grand ball was hosted at the palace.

The ballroom was decorated with opulent splendor, the chandeliers casting a soft, golden light over the gathered guests.

As the sun set, casting an orange glow across the palace, Elara stood in her chambers, staring at her reflection in the ornate mirror.

The red dress she wore was a masterpiece, shimmering in the fading light, and her silver hair had been combed back into an elegant style, enhancing her natural beauty. Yet, despite her outward appearance, there was no joy in her heart, only a deep, aching void.

The full moon hung in the sky, its light filtering through the windows, casting a silver hue across the room. Elara's thoughts were far away, consumed by the memories of Caelan and the weight of the destiny she could not escape. The night of the full moon had always held a special significance for her, a time of magic and mystery, but now it only reminded her of what she had lost.

Her head maid, Lyra, broke the heavy silence, her voice gentle. "My lady, you are ready. The guests are gathering in the ballroom. Your father is waiting to escort you."

Elara nodded silently, her heart heavy with dread. Lyra's words barely registered as she walked out of the room, feeling like a prisoner being led to her fate.

Her father, King Thaddeus, stood at the door, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and pride.

"Elara, my dear, you look beautiful," he said, offering his arm.

Elara forced a smile and took her father's arm, allowing him to lead her to the ballroom.

The grand doors opened before them, revealing the opulent room filled with laughter, music, and the nobility of the kingdom. Yet, despite the lavish surroundings, Elara felt nothing but emptiness.

She moved through the ballroom like a ghost, her heart heavy with grief. The laughter and music around her seemed distant, and the weight of her impending marriage pressed down on her with a crushing force. Her thoughts were consumed by memories of Caelan and the pain of his loss.

As the night wore on, Elara found herself standing alone on the balcony, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the stifling atmosphere inside. The full moon bathed the world in its silver light, casting long shadows on the ground below.

"I'm sorry, Caelan," she whispered into the night, her voice trembling with sorrow. "I couldn't save you."

She could still hear the echoes of the battle, the clash of swords, and the sound of Caelan's voice urging her to run. The pain of that night was still fresh in her heart, a wound that refused to heal.

As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, the night seemed to stretch on forever, the weight of her fate pressing down on her like a heavy shroud. She knew that tomorrow would bring her closer to her inevitable fate, but for now, all she could do was stand in the cold, silent night, mourning the life she had lost.

The sound of footsteps behind her broke her reverie, and she turned to see Prince Cedric approaching, his expression unreadable.

"Elara," he said, his voice smooth but lacking warmth. "Are you ready for tomorrow?"

Elara's gaze was cold and distant. "No," she replied quietly. "I'm not ready for any of this."

The prince's eyes twitched slightly, but his expression remained guarded. "You will have to be. Tomorrow, you will fulfill your role, and there will be no turning back."

Elara nodded, her heart heavy with resignation. The future was uncertain, and the path she was forced to follow felt like a never-ending cycle of pain and loss. As the prince left her alone on the balcony, Elara remained lost in her thoughts, her heart aching with the memories of a love lost and a future stolen.

But as she stood there, lost in her sorrow, she heard a faint rustling in the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned, her eyes scanning the darkness. For a moment, she thought she was imagining it, a figment of her grief-stricken mind.

But then, emerging from the shadows at the edge of the balcony, she saw it-a pair of glowing eyes, watching her from the darkness. A wolf, its fur dark as the night, stood silently, its gaze fixed on her.

Elara's breath caught in her throat. The wolf's presence was both unsettling and strangely comforting as if it was a harbinger of something more, something beyond the confines of the palace and the fate that awaited her.

She took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest, but before she could react, the wolf vanished into the night, leaving Elara with a sense of foreboding and a flicker of hope.

What did it mean? And why did she feel a strange connection to it?

Elara was left standing on the balcony, her heart racing, as the wolf's eyes lingered in her mind, a reminder that her story was far from over.

Caelan.

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Hello everyone!!

A gentle reminder, this book is written for 's TEGSA. Thank you so much for hosting this.

In Chapter 8, I drew inspiration from Queen's iconic track, "Another One Bites the Dust."
The song's driving beat and intense energy reflect the sense of danger and urgency that surrounds Elara and Caelan as they face a critical turning point in their journey.

The relentless pace of the song mirrors the unyielding force of Prince Cedric and his soldiers as they close in on our protagonists, leading to a devastating battle.

The lyrics, "Another one bites the dust," evoke the harsh reality of loss and the brutal nature of their world, where every decision could mean life or death.

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Warm regards,

Lupe

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