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A Love Unwritten

Muriel_26 · Fantasía
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Chapter 10: Whispers of the Forgotten

"What do you fear more, Lyria—the truth or the weight it carries?"

Kael's voice broke the silence that had fallen over them, heavy and laden with the unspoken tension between them. His gaze was locked on her, unyielding, as if daring her to lie, to hide yet another piece of the puzzle she refused to share.

Lyria hesitated, the question twisting in her mind like a thorn. What did she fear? The truth, the unknown past that had begun to surface, or the realization that she was not who she thought she was? She didn't answer immediately, instead looking away, her hands tightening around the reins of her horse as they continued their journey through the mist-laden forest.

They had been traveling for hours, the path winding and unsteady. The deeper they went, the thicker the air became, saturated with an ancient energy that prickled at her skin. This place, wherever they were headed, wasn't just another waypoint. Lyria could feel it in her bones—this was a place connected to her forgotten past. And yet, the answers she sought seemed as elusive as the shadows dancing between the trees.

"I'm not afraid of the truth," Lyria finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid of what it will make me become."

Kael's silence followed her confession. He understood. He always did, even when she tried to push him away with half-truths and omissions. But his patience, she feared, wouldn't last forever.

Before either of them could say more, a sudden gust of wind swept through the forest, carrying with it a strange sound. A whisper. A voice.

"Did you hear that?" Lyria asked, her body tensing as her senses heightened.

Kael was already alert, his hand hovering over the hilt of his sword. "Yes. We're not alone."

Lyria slid off her horse, her feet landing softly on the moss-covered ground. The energy in the air had shifted. Something—or someone—was watching them.

A shiver ran down her spine as the whispers grew louder, more distinct. They weren't words in any language she recognized, but their meaning was clear enough. Danger.

"We should move," Kael urged, his voice low, but Lyria was rooted to the spot.

The whispers had become a song now, eerie and melancholic, pulling her deeper into the mist. Her hand unconsciously went to the pendant at her throat, the one that pulsed with warmth whenever she came close to something tied to her past. Now, it was burning.

"This place…" she murmured, her heart racing. "It's calling to me."

"Lyria, we need to go—"

Before Kael could finish his sentence, the ground beneath them trembled, a deep rumble reverberating through the earth. The trees around them shook, and from the shadows, figures began to emerge—spectral, translucent, and filled with a haunting, ethereal light.

Lyria's breath caught in her throat. These weren't enemies of flesh and blood. They were spirits—guardians, perhaps—tied to this place. But their expressions were far from welcoming.

Kael drew his sword, his eyes narrowing. "Stay behind me."

"No," Lyria said firmly, stepping forward. "They're not here to attack. I think… they're here to test us."

The largest of the spirits, a towering figure draped in shimmering robes, stepped forward, its glowing eyes fixed on Lyria. It raised one hand, and suddenly, the whispers ceased. The entire forest fell into a deep, unnerving silence.

"Why have you come?" the spirit's voice boomed, though its mouth never moved.

Lyria swallowed hard, gathering her courage. "I've come for the shards. The pieces of my past."

The spirit's eyes flashed with a cold, spectral light. "The past is buried for a reason. To unearth it will cost you more than you know."

"I'm willing to pay that price," Lyria said, her voice steady despite the fear creeping into her chest.

Kael shot her a sharp glance, but said nothing. He had learned not to argue when she was set on a course of action.

The spirit seemed to consider her for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Very well. But know this: the path you walk is fraught with danger. The shards hold not only your power, but the memories of your darkest days. Do you have the strength to face what you've forgotten?"

Lyria's heart pounded in her ears. She didn't know if she had the strength, but she had to try. "I'll face whatever comes."

The spirit raised its hand again, and the ground between them began to crack, splitting open to reveal a dark, swirling abyss. From the depths of the earth, a pedestal rose, and atop it rested a small, glowing shard. The first piece of her lost power.

Lyria took a step forward, her eyes locked on the shard, but before she could reach it, the spirit's voice stopped her.

"Beware, child of the wind," the spirit warned. "The past has a way of consuming those who seek it. Once you touch this shard, there will be no turning back."

She hesitated, her hand hovering over the shard. She could feel the energy radiating from it, powerful and wild, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. Was she truly ready for this? For the weight of what it would mean to reclaim her past?

"Lyria," Kael's voice broke through her thoughts, calm but firm. "You don't have to do this alone."

She glanced at him, and for a moment, the uncertainty in her heart wavered. But no—this was her burden to bear. Her destiny.

"I know," she said softly, her eyes returning to the shard. "But I must."

With a deep breath, she reached out and grasped the shard.

The moment her fingers touched it, a shockwave of energy exploded from the pedestal, sending her reeling backward. Her vision blurred, the world around her dissolving into a whirlwind of light and sound. She heard Kael shout her name, but his voice was distant, muffled by the storm of power raging inside her.

Images flashed before her eyes—fragments of memories, glimpses of a life she had forgotten. Battles fought in the skies, a crown of stars upon her brow, and the roar of the wind as it obeyed her every command. But there was darkness too, a shadow lurking at the edges of her mind, waiting to consume her.

Lyria gasped, clutching the shard tighter as the visions swirled around her. She was losing control. The power was too much, too wild, and it threatened to tear her apart.

"Lyria!" Kael's voice broke through the storm, and suddenly, his hand was on hers, grounding her, pulling her back to the present.

The storm receded, the whirlwind of memories fading into silence. Lyria blinked, her breath ragged, as she found herself kneeling on the forest floor, the shard still clutched in her hand.

Kael was kneeling beside her, his hand still on hers, his expression unreadable.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low but filled with concern.

Lyria nodded, though she wasn't sure if she truly was. The shard had given her a glimpse of her past, but it had also awakened something dark inside her, something she wasn't ready to face.

"I'm fine," she whispered, though the weight of the shard in her hand said otherwise.

Kael studied her for a moment longer, then slowly stood, offering her his hand. "Then let's keep moving. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it becomes."

Lyria took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. But as she pocketed the shard, she couldn't shake the feeling that with each step forward, she was walking deeper into a fate she didn't fully understand.

"The past is not a burden easily cast aside," Kael said quietly, as they resumed their journey. "Be careful, Lyria. Some truths are more dangerous than lies."

Lyria glanced at him, her heart heavy with the weight of his words. "I know," she whispered, the shard pulsing softly in her pocket. "But I'm not turning back now."

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