In a world where love transcends even divine barriers, Enaeya, a beloved young man, unknowingly harbors a devastating potential that threatens worldly destruction. Despite the forewarnings of the Oracle, he challenges the very fabric of fate, naviga...
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Damian
The moon hung high above the elven city of Liriendel, casting its silvery glow on the leaf-dappled paths that wove between the intricate, timber-framed buildings. The air was imbued with the scents of night-blooming flowers, mingling with the faint aroma of woodsmoke and roasted nuts. As I trudged through the elven city, my legs felt like they were made of lead, which was ironic considering I had no memories at all to weigh them down.
"This is fantastic," I sighed, gazing up at the myriad of twinkling stars above. "Just a perfect night to get lost... in an even bigger way."
"Damian, this isn't the time for your jokes," Misha muttered beside me, adjusting his satchel as we moved further down the winding street. His worry lines deepened with every passing moment. The shadows of the towering elven architecture seemed to loom ominously over him, like the weight of the task we were undertaking.
We had been wandering for hours now, seeking out a sorceress that Eunora had insisted we find. Mienna was supposed to reside here, in this breathtaking city of luminescent flowers and ethereal trees, yet no one had seen her - or at least would admit to it. A city so vibrant and alive, yet her absence felt like a haunting specter in the air.
"Why doesn't anyone know where the sorceress is?" I asked, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice. My memories might have been a swirling mist, but my humor remained intact. "You'd think someone as powerful as Mienna would leave a trail of stardust behind her or at least a mail-forwarding notice."
Misha's brows knitted together in concern, his brows furrowing like the petals of a wilting flower. "I... I don't know, Damian. My master said she should be in Liriendel. It's bewildering!"
"Bewildering? I'd call it maddening," I muttered under my breath, my lips twisting in a playful grin. Misha shot me an incredulous look, and I shrugged. "Keep searching for a name worth pondering. It just might be a stimulating pastime for those of us with slightly less stressful occupations."
Misha shrugged, exasperation contorting his expression. "I don't know, Damian. Perhaps she's casting a spell to stay hidden. Or maybe she just-" His voice trailed off as he glanced around at the towering trees that guarded Liriendel, lost in thought, his fingers twisting nervously at his robe's hem. Then a sigh escaped his lips, his brow knitting in concern. "Maybe she... Maybe she's gone under a different name?"
"A nickname, perhaps? Like 'Sorceress of the Silvery Veil'?" I chimed, trying to keep the mood light.
He didn't smile. Instead, he looked genuinely perturbed. "Or maybe she's in hiding? What if she's... what if she's lost her powers? What if-"
"Whoa there, forest dweller," I interrupted, gently stopping him. "Let's save the 'What if's for another time. Right now, my greatest worry is where we're going to sleep tonight. This city looks like it could either swallow us whole or offer us a lovely night's rest. Either way, I'd like to find out soon."
