Chapter 95 Through The Storm

• The storm didn’t relent as the night stretched on, its fury against the earth unyielding. Meher sat close to the fire, the warmth of the flames offering little comfort as her thoughts churned like the tempest outside. The wind howled through the trees, rattling the branches, but she was too deep in her own mind to notice the danger that seemed to encircle them. Ayaan had been quiet for hours, his gaze distant as he stared into the flames, lost in his own thoughts as well.
• They had left the village behind, but a part of Meher still lingered there, in the quiet safety of their home, in the familiar faces of the people they had sworn to protect. The further they moved from the village, the more vulnerable they became, yet the more certain she felt of the path ahead. There was no turning back now. The prophecy had already set them on a course they could not escape.
• But the future loomed ahead of them like a shadow, an ever-present force that reminded Meher of the heavy cost they would have to bear. What if, in the end, it wasn’t enough? What if the power of the Heartstone, the bond between her and Ayaan, wasn’t enough to save the world from the darkness that threatened to swallow it whole?