TEST2 - LOCAL - v1 - Hero's Journey

The wind clawed at Elara's cloak, threatening to drag her over the precipice. Below, the valley stretched, an endless tapestry of green and gold stitched together by the silver thread of the River Serinor. She gripped the hilt of her father's sword, the cold steel a familiar comfort against her trembling hand. He was late. He was always late. A raven's cry echoed from the crags behind her, and she turned, expecting to see its black form silhouetted against the bruised sky. Instead, a figure materialized from the shadows of the standing stones – Kael, his eyes burning like banked coals in a face framed by raven hair. He was tall, almost impossibly so, clad in black leather that seemed to drink the light. A cruel smile twisted his lips. "Did you think I wouldn't come, Elara?" he asked, his voice a low, rasping caress that sent a shiver down her spine. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." He took a step forward, his hand outstretched towards her.