Chapter 27: War Part 18 - Second Friend
The cool night breeze ruffled Lucy's messy black hair as he exited the tent. The air smelled of ash, salt, and magic—a strange mix that clung to everything on this war-ravaged cliffside.
He tilted his head toward the sky, his eyes trailing the stars, which shimmered like shattered glass frozen in time.
'I just can't forgive her... not yet.'
The thought echoed with a weary bitterness as he slowly began to count the stars, using the rhythm to quiet the storm inside.
'Too much happened. Too many died. Until her plan comes to life, I don't think I'll be able to forgive her.'
But one truth lingered—he didn't hate her as much as before. Not entirely. The edge had dulled, though the wound still bled.
He understood why she did what she did, but it didn't sit right with him and probably never would.
A loud, familiar laughter burst through the silence, tearing him from his thoughts.
He turned, already knowing the source.
At the cliff's edge, Llarm stood among a few elven sentries, his voice echoing as he laughed like a man without a care. The other elves quieted when they saw Lucy approach—eyes narrowing, conversations ending mid-sentence.
Only Llarm smiled.