Fragments of Forever

Their route began under darkness; their footfall quiet on the cobblestone streets; their memory magic kept their presence secret from the Bureau's cautious eye. The Whisperwind

gends of sudden blizzards that may wrap visitors in a blinding whiteout, perilous rockfalls sending adventurers tumbling i

with a mixture of elation and fear. The peace was interrupted only by the roaring wind dashing across the valleys,

sander walked the path; his hand reached back to help Elara across the uneven ground; his motions were swift and sur

wfall, the wind cried like a banshee, and the snow blankets hid their view. Elara shivered; ice puffs from her expelled breath mixed in

Elara felt a flush slink up her cheeks as her heartbeat with a mixture of thanks and a dubious flutter of emotion

ng dance like a chorus of lost souls. The wind wept. Suddenly, materializing from the wh

, sounding like a sad warning. "Ethe

emories and leave empty shells. Their forms were split emotions and concepts. Elara and Lysander battled bac

the ethereal touch of the wraiths using his perfect and smooth actions. Elara spun strands of hope and light, her memory magic r

e the Memory Wraiths back. But the summit jolted Elara and Lysander, a s

d faced the latent dangers, their love deepened, and their reliance on one another grew. With his quiet power and relentless dedication, Lysander drew Elara; his presence w

d a horrible picture when they turned toward their destination. Patrolled the horizon, their sleek forms creating lengthy shadows over the terrain, t

hlights cut the blackness and their presence laying a long shadow on their hard-earned triumph-the sleek,

tered, hardly audible above the scr

" he said, calm voice counterpointing Elara's growing nervousness. "Several airships have integrated memo

sh. Little safety was offered from the sharp cliffs and scant vegetation of Serpent's Pass against th

eir hearts racing with a mix of hope and fear, they hurried towards the cave, their footfall qui

r was cold and wet; the silence was interrupted only by the faint trickle of water from the ca

he perfect jawline curve and stroke Elara's cheek. He asked, his

ness passed between them. Her voice was just abov

ssed her, leaving the cave cold. His voice was solaced by the ambiguity, and he added

s approaching threat, a spark emerged between them-a link bridging their common risk and weight of search. More than mere friends, t

ak of a time when people were gathered rather than separated and when the balance between light and shade was honoured, valuing memories rather than under co

nally a refuge, the cave felt like a cage today; the silence was entering, the darkness mumbling questions and fears. Her s

right," her voice betrayed growing anxiety. "I

magic pointed out the approaching danger. They have disc