The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. Darian worked tirelessly to finish his projects, ensuring the villagers would have everything they needed after he left.
On one of these days, Mira, Thad, and Lila found him at the edge of the Aedril Forest, collecting materials for a final invention.
"You've been avoiding us," Thad accused, crossing his arms.
"I've been busy," Darian said without looking up.
"Too busy to spend time with your friends before you leave?" Mira asked, her voice tinged with hurt.
Darian sighed, setting down the bundle of branches he had been carrying. "I'm sorry. I just… I don't know how to say goodbye."
Mira softened, stepping closer. "Then don't say goodbye. Just promise you'll come back."
"I will," Darian said, though his voice lacked conviction.
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Later that night, the merchant approached Darian with something wrapped in worn cloth.
"This might interest you," he said, unwrapping the object to reveal a small, black stone etched with glowing runes.
"What is it?" Darian asked, captivated by the faint pulse of light radiating from the stone.
"Couldn't tell you," the merchant said, though his tone suggested otherwise. "Found it years ago in one of the old ruins near the forest. Seems drawn to people like you."
Darian hesitated, then reached out to touch the stone. The moment his fingers brushed its surface, a warmth spread through his hand, followed by a jolt of energy that made him gasp.
The merchant's eyes narrowed. "Thought so. Keep it, boy. It might come in handy someday."
Darian nodded, his thoughts racing as he tucked the stone into his pocket.