Hero's Journey

The wind clawed at Elara's cloak, trying to rip it from her shoulders as she stood at the cliff's edge. Below, the valley stretched out like a rumpled green carpet, stitched with silver threads of rivers. She tasted the storm coming – a metallic tang on the wind, the ozone bite in the air. He would be here soon. A voice, laced with amusement, echoed behind her. "Admiring the view, Elara? Pity you won't be around to see it for much longer." She didn't turn. She knew him too well. Kael, the betrayer. Tall and cloaked in midnight blue, his silver hair a stark contrast to the darkness of his eyes. Eyes that once held warmth, now reflected only cold ambition. "I came to stop you, Kael," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. He laughed, a sharp, cruel sound that the wind carried away. "Stop me? You, little Elara? You couldn't stop a summer breeze."