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Chapter 14 - Into the Storm

 

The storm raged above Celestia, a primal orchestra of howling wind and fierce thunderclaps. Elara's eyes shimmered with the reflection of chaotic lightning dancing across the sky, her heart syncing with the tempest's rhythm.

 

"Ready?" Lyanna's voice was barely audible over the thunder, but the determination in her eyes spoke volumes.

 

Elara's voice was laced with determination as she demanded, "I need these iron cuffs removed." With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the raw energy pulsing through her body. She reached her hands through the bars separating their cells, waiting for Thane to comply. But he hesitated, studying her intently and searching for any signs of deceit. "Can we rely on you, or will you leave us behind?" He asked cautiously.

 

"I have never forsaken anyone before, and this girl is too young to meet such a fate. Get her back home." Elara responded with unwavering determination.

 

Thane nodded solemnly, his expression a mix of fear and respect for Elara. He understood the weight of her words, and he knew what was at stake. He began to work on the cuffs, his strong arms working against the iron with determined precision. Lyanna watched the exchange, her faith in Thane growing stronger with every passing second.

Elara's magic flowed through her, and she felt the assertive energy that the storm commanded. With each crack of thunder, the magic within her intensified, and she could feel the irresistible force of her own power. After what felt like an eternity, Thane managed to break the cuffs, and Elara stepped back from the bars free from the irons once again.

 

With a deep breath, Elara started inciting an ancient language. The ancient language danced on Elara's tongue, its power surging through her body and emanating from her fingertips. She could feel the storm growing stronger, responding to her magic and amplifying its effects. The air around them crackled with electricity, and the ground trembled beneath their feet.

 

Lyanna marveled at the sight before her, never having seen such raw power being wielded with such ease. Thane stood in awe as well, his doubts about Elara's abilities vanishing before his very eyes.

 

Elara's hand finished the incantation, and as she spoke, a bolt of lightning shot forth with a powerful blast that felt like the fist of an angry deity. The sound was muffled by the deafening thunder and streaks of light in the sky directly above the castle.

 

The stones exploded outward, a maelstrom of debris caught in the gale outside. A triumphant smile graced Elara's lips for a fleeting second before the world spun violently. Exhaustion clawed at her senses, an abyss beckoning her into its depths.

 

"Elara!" Lyanna's cry pierced the fog enveloping her mind just as darkness claimed her.

 

Her body slumped forward, crashing against the cold, damp stone of the cell floor. Thane and Lyanna rushed to her side, their eyes wide with shock.

 

"Elara!" Lyanna cried out again, shaking her friend gently. "Come back to us, please!"

 

Thane's hands fumbled for a moment before he finally succeeded in prying open Elara's eyes. Her eyelids fluttered, her irises a swirling vortex of emerald and storm clouds.

 

Elara forced a small smile, her eyes still filled with a strange, otherworldly light. "Go. Get her home."

 

"Dammit," he cursed under his breath. "We can't leave her!"

 

Lyanna nodded, the rain plastering her golden hair to her face as she peered through the gaping hole where the wall once stood. "She saved us. We're saving her."

 

Thane hoisted Elara's limp form on his shoulder, and carefully stepped into the torrential downpour that pelted the land beyond their prison. They were escapees now, threading through a tapestry of night and fury, each drop of rain a potential alarm to their pursuers.

 

"Where are we even going?" Thane grimaced, squinting against the onslaught from the heavens.

 

"Anywhere but here," Lyanna breathed, half-drowned words lost in the wind.

 

The unlikely trio navigated blindly, the storm's wrath a shield and a menace. Their soaked clothes clung to their skin, but freedom—cold, wet, and uncharted—beckoned with each step away from the ruins of their captivity.

 

"Look!" Lyanna pointed to the faint outline of trees, a possible respite from their exposed trek.

 

"Into the woods, then," Thane decided, his soldier's instincts kicking in.

 

"Shelter," Lyanna affirmed, hope a fragile flame in the tempest's heart.

 

And so, they plunged into the shadowy embrace of the forest, the remnants of the dungeon a vanishing nightmare behind them. Ahead lay uncertainty, but also the promise of salvation, however temporary it might prove to be.

 

The night was a tapestry woven from shadows and the relentless drumming of rain. They trudged on, their feet sinking into the mud with each weary step. Thane moved ahead, his broad back a silhouette against the occasional lightning that cracked the sky. Lyanna followed close, her golden hair plastered to her face, eyes scanning the darkness for any form of sanctuary.

 

"Damn this storm," Thane cursed under his breath, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.

 

Each of Elara's breaths was a battle, fought and won in shallow victory. Her thoughts were frayed threads, struggling to weave together coherence. She wanted to tell Lyanna and Thane about the shack she felt sure they would find—a memory, perhaps, from another life—but her lips trembled, words dissolving before they could take flight.

 

"Elara," Thane called back, breaking through her fog of fatigue. "You better not be dying on us."

 

"Too... stubborn... to die," she murmured, the edges of her world blurring.

 

"Keep that stubbornness up," he shot back, but there was a note of respect in his tone, a soldier's acknowledgment of a comrade's grit.

 

"Wait." Lyanna's voice cut through the rain, a beacon of hope. "There!"

 

Fingers pointed toward a shape emerging from the tempest—a small, dilapidated shack, its roof half-caved in, walls leaning precariously. It was an ugly thing, but to them, it might as well have been a palace.

 

"Home sweet home," Elara's words were a ghost of her usual humor, a wisp of levity in the unforgiving night.

 

"Let's just hope it holds till morning," Lyanna replied, her eyes reflecting the determination that had carried her through court intrigues and now, the trials of escape.

 

Thane led the way, his steps quickening with purpose. As they reached the shack, he put Elara down so he could shouldered the door open, the wood groaning in protest. Inside, the air was musty, thick with the scent of decay, but it was shelter nonetheless.

 

"Here, lay her down," Lyanna instructed, indicating a less sodden corner of the room. Thane gently lowered Elara onto the makeshift bed, his touch tender despite the urgency.

 

"Seems like we're not the only ones seeking refuge," Lyanna noted, eyeing a family of mice that scurried away at their intrusion.

 

"Better roommates than our previous ones," Thane muttered, examining the weak points of their newfound hideaway.

 

"Thank you," Elara whispered, to both of them. Gratitude was a rare currency for her, but tonight, it flowed freely.

 

"Rest now. We'll keep watch," Lyanna reassured her, her gaze lingering on Elara's pale face, the lines of pain etched around her eyes.

 

"Watch out for dripping water," Elara managed a smirk, her eyelids fluttering closed. "Wouldn't want to catch cold after all this."

 

"Rest, witch," Thane said, softer than his usual gruffness. "We've got the night."

 

As the tempest raged outside their flimsy shelter, they huddled together in a makeshift haven. The air inside was stagnant and tense, but for these three individuals brought together by circumstance, it provided temporary relief from the storm's wild fury. Despite the tumultuous winds trying to tear it down, the shack stood strong as a sentinel in the night, providing refuge for the tired and the courageous.