The candles dimly lit my chamber. The sun had not yet arrived—perfect for departing the kingdom unnoticed. I tightened my belt and pulled on my combat boots, glancing over at Caleigh as she tossed in her sleep. The flickering light from the candle seemed to highlight her peaceful form, but my mind was elsewhere.
The sound of hushed movements fills the room as I gather my gear, the faint clink of armor and weapons echoing with every step. I moved quietly, fastening my cloak and checking my sword. The weight of the journey ahead pressed on me, but with it came a thrill. Once I claimed the Master Bolts, everything would change—everything.
As I packed, the Hermaphrodite ring thrummed in my pocket, its presence warm, a constant reminder of the power it carried. I could feel the energy within it, like a subtle pulse, waiting to be used. Caleigh shifted again, and for a moment, I paused. My eyes flickered toward her.
