Chapter 2: The Weight of Destiny
Kane's heart raced as he followed his mother through the winding alleys of the village. The night air was thick with tension, and the shadows seemed to writhe like living things. They moved swiftly, their footsteps quiet on the dusty ground.
As they reached the outskirts, a figure emerged from the darkness. He was tall, with piercing eyes and a scar above his left eyebrow. Queen Becca nodded in recognition.
"Ahmed, our loyal friend," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have prepared the horses?"
Ahmed nodded, his expression grim. "They await us, Your Majesty. But we must hurry. Malakai's men are closing in."
Kane felt a surge of fear as he mounted the horse beside his mother. The weight of their situation settled upon him like a shroud. He was only a boy, yet the fate of Somalia rested on his shoulders.
As they rode into the night, the wind whipping their faces, Kane's thoughts turned to the prophecy. Could he truly wield the power of the elements? And what lay ahead on their perilous journey?
The stars above seemed to twinkle with an otherworldly intensity, as if the very fabric of destiny was unfolding before them.