The light faded.
Elira slowly opened her eyes.
Standing before her was a young man with silver hair and glowing blue eyes.
Aren.
Free at last.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then he smiled softly.
"So… this is what the world looks like after three hundred years."
Elira laughed through her tears.
"And this is what you look like."
Aren stepped closer.
"You're even brighter than the magic I heard in your voice."
Her cheeks turned red.