{AURORA'S POV}
Heron at night was nothing like the cities I'd seen before.
The streets were alive—music spilling from taverns, laughter echoing between stone alleys, and lanterns strung above the cobblestone roads glowing like captive fireflies. The air was filled with the scent of roasted spice meats and baked cakes. Carriages rattled past, their wheels clattering against the wet stone.
For a moment, it almost felt… safe.
But then I saw the poster.
It was plastered across a wall, half-torn, flapping in the night breeze. The drawing wasn't perfect, but it was close enough. Beneath it, bold letters read:
WANTED: Blonde haired, green eyed witch. Reward of 10,000 gold coins for whoever captures her alive.
My breath hitched.
There was another one across the street.
Then another.
And another.
The more I looked, the more they seemed to appear—nailed to doors, lamp posts, even hanging from a vendor's stall.
