Aurelia: The Fanatical Story of A Girl

Chapter 11

Aurelia's POV

The moment I locked eyes with the Heart of Stone, something within me stirred. Her eyes held a depth of wisdom and kindness that felt familiar, almost comforting. It was as if I had known him all along, a connection forged by the pulsating necklace around my neck.

She introduced herself as Eolande, the guardian of Trolltopia, and Grommash's younger sister. Her voice was calm, a stark contrast to the earlier tension. It had an underlying warmth that seemed to echo through the dense forest, calming not only the trolls but also the creatures that had gone silent.

With the situation defused, Eolande led us to their village, nestled in a clearing amidst the towering trees. The trolls eyed us with curiosity, their initial hostility replaced by intrigue. As we walked through the village, I couldn't help but steal glances at Eolande. Her presence was commanding, yet there was a softness about her, a gentleness that was hard to miss.

In the following days, Eolande showed us around Trolltopia, explaining their customs, their culture, their ways of life. I was drawn to her passion for his people, her commitment to protecting them.

During our time together, I felt the connection between us growing stronger. There were moments when our hands brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through me, moments when our eyes would meet, and I would find myself lost in his gaze. It was a dance of subtle glances and soft touches, a silent conversation that only we understood.

One evening, as the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over Trolltopia, Eolande took me to a spot overlooking the village. The view was breathtaking, the vibrant colors of the setting sun reflecting off the ancient trees.

As we stood there in silence, Eolande turned to me. "Aurelia," she began, her voice low. "I've felt a connection with you since the moment I saw you in my visions. I feel it now, stronger than ever."

I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "I feel it too, Eolande," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

She reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself leaning into her hand. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I knew. This was more than just a destiny forged by the necklace. This was something real, something profound. I was falling for Eolande, the Heart of Stone.

As the last rays of the sun disappeared, leaving the sky awash with stars, Eolande and I stood there, our hearts echoing the silent promise of a blooming romance under the starlit sky of Trolltopia.