Shadows of the Past

The night was young, the first stars just beginning to peek through the twilight sky. The small fire burned bright and cozy, casting flickering shadows over Fyren's approaching figure. A small smile graced his features, but I was drawn to the man beside him.

"L-Luke!" I sat bolt upright, my cheeks burning with a sudden blush. I quickly brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes, flustered by his unexpected appearance.

He smiled gently. "Please, there's no need for alarm," he reassured me. "Do you mind if we join you?"

I nodded, my tail coiling anxiously in my lap. I had avoided the Apostle for the entire journey, not that we had many opportunities to cross paths, but seeing him now sent my heart racing.