Eryndor couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered long after his encounter with the demon girl. He had always been taught to fear and despise the demons, and yet, when he looked into her eyes, he felt something that he couldn't quite explain.
As he walked back to the village, the mark on his hand seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. He felt like he was being pulled back to the forest, back to the demon girl who had captured his heart.
When he arrived at his grandmother's cottage, Elara was waiting for him, her eyes filled with concern.
"Eryndor, where have you been?" she asked, her voice firm but gentle.
Eryndor hesitated, unsure of how to explain his encounter with the demon girl. He knew that his grandmother would be furious if she found out that he had been consorting with a demon.
"I was just out for a walk," Eryndor said finally, trying to sound nonchalant.
Elara's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "Don't lie to me, Eryndor," she said. "I know you've been to the forest. I can see it in your eyes."
Eryndor felt a surge of fear at his grandmother's words. He knew that he had to tell her the truth, but he was afraid of her reaction.
"I met a girl," Eryndor said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "A demon girl. She was beautiful, grandmother. And she seemed... different. Not like the other demons."
Elara's face went white, her eyes wide with shock. "Eryndor, what have you done?" she whispered.
Eryndor felt a surge of defensiveness at his grandmother's words. He knew that he had done something wrong, but he couldn't help the way he felt.
"I didn't do anything, grandmother," Eryndor said. "I just met her. And I think... I think I might be falling in love with her."
Elara's face contorted in horror, her eyes filled with tears. "Eryndor, you can't love a demon," she said. "They're evil, cruel creatures. They'll destroy you, body and soul."
Eryndor felt a surge of anger at his grandmother's words. He knew that she didn't understand, that she couldn't see the good in the demon girl.
"I don't care what you say, grandmother," Eryndor said, his voice firm. "I'm going to see her again. And I'm going to find out the truth about her, about the demons and their world."
Elara's face fell, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. "Eryndor, I'm afraid for you," she said. "I'm afraid of what might happen to you if you continue down this path."
Eryndor felt a surge of compassion for his grandmother, but he knew that he couldn't turn back now. He had to see this through, no matter the cost.
As the days passed, Eryndor found himself drawn back to the forest again and again. He would meet the demon girl, whose name was Lyra, and they would talk for hours about their worlds, their cultures, and their dreams.
Eryndor learned that Lyra was the daughter of the demon king, a powerful and ruthless leader who ruled over the demon realm with an iron fist. He learned that Lyra was kind and compassionate, despite her father's cruelty, and that she longed for peace between their worlds.
As Eryndor and Lyra spent more time together, their bond grew stronger. They would walk through the forest, hand in hand, and Eryndor would feel a sense of happiness and contentment that he had never known before.
But their love was forbidden, and Eryndor knew that they would have to face many challenges if they were to be together. He knew that his grandmother would never approve, that the villagers would be outraged, and that the demon king would do everything in his power to keep them apart.
Despite the danger, despite the obstacles, Eryndor knew that he couldn't give up on Lyra. He loved her, and he was determined to make their love work, no matter the cost.
As the sun began to set on another day, Eryndor made his way back to the forest, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation. He knew that Lyra would be waiting for him, and he couldn't wait to see her again.
As he walked through the trees, the mark on his hand seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Eryndor felt a surge of power and strength, and he knew that he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
He was ready to face the challenges of their forbidden love, ready to fight for their right to be