Sleeping Goddess

she approached the fortress, her pulse quickening with every step. The Packwas a Packof ice and stone, its grandeur overshadowing her small, trembling form. When the gate opene

rior: cold stone corridors, flickering torchlight, and an

ghout the journey, his expression inscrutable. As they entered the stronghold, Amara was struck by

yes darted nervously from side to side, taking in the cold, unadorned walls and the occasional glim

open, revealing a dimly lit room with sparse furnishings. It was a cell, plain and unwelcoming,

was alone, and the reality of her situation began to sink in. The walls seemed to close in around her, and she sank onto the cot

is is where you will stay for now," he said, his voice cold and detached. "We need to unders

fear and confusion. "Why am I here?" she asked, her vo

been investigating. Until we know more, you will remain a prisoner. Your past

ess. She had no answers, only fragments of dreams and an inexplicable sense of dread. The mar

ttle comfort. The guards who occasionally checked on her were terse and impersonal, offering no solace or reassurance. The i

ding demeanor. His probing questions seemed designed to uncover the truth, but they only left Amara more bewi

small room, and Amara could feel the tension radiating from him. He stood before he

is voice sharp. "Anything that might explain wh

remember anything. I've had dreams, but they don't make sens

e. "You must understand that your presence here is not just a precaution. The prophecy speaks

know what you want from me. I don't have any answers. All I know

mposed. "Then we will continue to investigate. For no

there no way I can prove my innocence? I don't want to

nt of silence before he spoke. "We all want answers, bu

he cell was oppressive, and the weight of her uncertainty seemed to press down on her. She lay down on the cot, star

t fear and confusion define her. There had to be a way to uncover the truth about her past a

d his ability to keep his emotions in check. But Amara's presence, her fear, and her connection to the prophecy stirred s

and Amara was at the center of it. He had sensed something from the moment he saw her, something that hinted at

ial, both for unraveling the mystery of Amara's past and for dealing with the disturbances that had plagued their land. B

ld uncover the truth, whatever it took. And as he gazed out the window at the moo