Tayrealm: The Sisters of Woodvale

The Ruins

Evermore walked through the forest, trying to ignore the lingering sadness that hung in the air. She had never seen the forest this quiet before, and it made her feel uneasy. As she walked, she could feel a sense of unease that filled her every step.

As she made her way deeper into the woods, she came across a clearing. There, in front of her, were the ruins of an ancient temple. Evermore's heart raced as she realized what had happened. She knew that this was where Folklore was, and feared that she had done something she shouldn't have.

Evermore could feel a sense of dread in the air, and she knew that she had to be careful. She knew that this was a place of dark magic, of evil and malice, and she had to be careful not to get caught up in it.

As she made her way into the ruins, she could feel the magic that filled the air. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she knew that it was dangerous. She had to find Folklore and put a stop to her before she could hurt anyone else.

As she made her way deeper into the ruins, she heard a sound. She spun around, her heart racing, and saw something moving in the shadows. It was Folklore, standing there, wearing a dark cloak and holding a staff. Evermore knew that she had to be careful, that she had to approach her sister with caution.

"Folklore," Evermore said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What have you done?"

Folklore turned to face her, and Evermore saw that there was nothing but darkness in her eyes. She knew that her sister was lost, corrupted by the runes and the power that they bestowed upon her.

"I have done what needed to be done," Folklore replied, her voice cold and distant.

Evermore took a step forward, trying to reason with her sister. But she knew that it was pointless. Folklore was gone, consumed by the dark magic of the runes.

As Evermore realized that there was nothing left for her here, she turned to leave. But just as she did, she felt a blast of magic. Folklore had used her powers to try to stop her. Evermore felt the wind rush past her, and she turned to see her sister disappear into the night.

As Evermore walked through the forest, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in the air. She knew that her sister was gone, consumed by the dark magic of the runes. She tried to push the thought to the back of her mind, but it kept creeping back in, filling her with a sense of unease and sadness.

She reached the edge of the forest, and there, in front of her, she saw the village in ruins. The sight hit her like a punch to the gut, and she sank to her knees, the tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The village had been destroyed, burned to the ground, and she knew that she was too late. Evermore looked around, searching for survivors, but she saw no one. She was alone in the ruins of a village that had been her home for so long.

As she walked through the destruction, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and sadness. She knew that her sister was responsible for this, and she couldn't believe that she would do such a thing. Evermore had always thought that their bond was stronger than anything, but she now realized that it had been broken beyond repair.