Lara slowly lowered herself to the floor once more, folding her legs beneath her. She then closed her eyes letting her hands rest lightly on her knees.
The room was silent except for the faint crackle of the fire. Lara drew in a deep breath, letting the air fill her lungs, then slowly released it.
At first, there was nothing, only the sound of her heartbeat and the flicker of flame. But as she focused, a faint whisper brushed her mind, soft as wind through leaves.
A name surfaced, unbidden.
It slipped past her lips before she could stop it.
"Vaelitharaen Moondrathiel…"
Lara whispered the name softly.
At once, the fire went out, and a pale light filled the room. The air grew still, almost like the world had stopped moving.
Before her, a faint glow began to take shape — slowly forming into a tall, bright figure made of light and shadow.
"Child of the moon," the figure said, its voice calm and deep. "Why do you summon me?"
"The king is missing I need your help to find him."