Forgotten

As dawn broke over the peaks, Emily, Calem, and Mara gathered their belongings, their eyes fixed on the path that would lead them to the Cradle of Ash. The mountains seemed alive as the sun cast shadows between the ridges, deepening the air of mystery that enveloped the trail. Mara's expression was steely, her gaze narrowed as though anticipating what awaited them beyond the ridge. They'd all come to understand that nothing here was ever as it seemed.

The morning air was brisk, tinged with a faint metallic scent. Emily couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of urgency. Her mind wandered to the Shadow Order and its relentless drive for power. She thought about the relic hanging from her neck, feeling its slight pulse, as if it too was stirring in anticipation of the battle to come. Its warmth had always been a comfort, a reminder of its protective nature, but lately, it was beginning to feel almost… conscious.