As I stepped into the forest's shadows the moon's silvery light danced acoss the trees , casting an ethereal glow . Tonight the full moon seems different , it's presence stirring an unsettling energy within me. I felt an inexplicable pull towards the woods , as if the ancient trees held secrets only revealed under lunar light.
The rustling leaves and snapping twigs beneath my feet served as reminders of solitude. Yet I sensed being watched. Every snap of a twig made me spin around , expecting ne to see someone lurking behind the trees. The wind carried whispers , but I couldn't decipher the meaning .
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall, imposing and shrouded in shadows . My heart raced as our eyes met. His gaze held ah unworldly intensity, like stars blazing in the night sky. I froze , unsure whether to flee or to be drawn to him.
Then he vanished .
I stood there, bewildered, wondering if the moon's influence had conjured an apparition. The wind whispered secrets , but I couldn't grasp their meaning. My heart still racing, I took a tentative step forward, scanning the darkness . The figure didn't reappear, but I sensed his presence lingering .
Suddenly, a faint rustling echoed through the underbush. I spun around , and that's when I saw him again. Closer this time. His eyes gleamed with an unworldly light , like lanterns illustrating the darkness, I tried to scream , but my voice caught in my throat .
He approached me with deliberate slowness, his movement almost feral . His features became clearer; sharp jawline , piercing eyes and skin that seemed to absorb the moonlight. I felt entranced, unable to move or look away.
Lyrien's gaze held mine , his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle . I felt like a small, vulnerable creature trapped in his sight , his presence seems to fill the clearing, making the trees appear smaller , less significant . As he drew closer , his features became even more defined. His sharp jawline, angular cheekbones and those piercing eyes seemed chiseled from the darkness itself. His skin has an unnatural pallor, as if the moonlight was his source of sustenance .
"Aria", he whispered, his voice low and husky , sending shivers down my spine .
"How do you know my name?" I managed to stammer , trying to break free from his hypnotic gaze .
Lyrien's smile was enigmatic, his lips curling upwards without revealing his teeth .
"We've been waiting for you" he said , his word dripping with an unsettling familiarity