Chapter 10 The Black-gold Omen
- [XENA]
- Long after the carriage disappears through the trees, I’m still standing there—half hidden behind the trunk, half exposed to the wind—feeling… strange.
- I don’t understand why I can’t move. Why I’m rooted here like the moss beneath my feet. Why the image of him—turning back one last time before stepping into his carriage—won’t stop replaying in my mind.