The moon cast its silvery glow over the sleepy town of Lunaria, nestled between two great mountains. Amidst the peaceful evening, a young apprentice apothecary named Elric hurried through the deserted streets. His urgent footsteps echoed off the stone buildings as he clutched a small pouch of rare herbs.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair, he wore a black leather cloak, exuding an aura of mystery. Elric collided with him, scattering herbs everywhere.
The stranger's gaze locked onto Elric's, and for an instant, time froze. Elric felt an inexplicable shiver run down his spine.
"Watch where you're going," the stranger said, his deep voice low and husky.
Elric apologized profusely as they bent to gather the herbs. Their fingers touched, sparking a jolt of electricity.
"I am Lyrien," the stranger said, his eyes never leaving Elric's. "And you are?"
"Elric, apprentice apothecary," he replied, his heart racing.
Lyrien's gaze lingered, then released Elric from its grasp. "May our paths cross again, Elric."
With that, Lyrien vanished into the night, leaving Elric bewildered and wondering if the encounter had been mere fantasy.