The dawn broke over Eldermoor, casting golden light through the canopy of trees surrounding the village. Emily stood at the edge of the village square, the remnants of her dream lingering in her mind like a whisper. She had seen visions of battles fought and allies lost, but also glimmers of hope—the resolve of her friends and the growing strength of their alliance against Kallan.
As the sun rose higher, illuminating the gathering of warriors, healers, and villagers that had come together, Emily felt a swell of responsibility in her chest. They had gathered not just for themselves but for every soul touched by Kallan's darkness. Today, they would finalize their plans, and she would unveil her vision for the resistance.
Mira approached, her expression determined yet soft. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice laced with encouragement.
Emily took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the sun wash over her. "I am. But the weight of it all is daunting."
