Lyrien's heart was racing as she gazed at the shadowy figures gathered near the city gate. Kael's hand was still on the dagger at his belt, his eyes fixed intently on the group.
"What's going on?" Lyrien whispered again, her voice barely audible.
Kael's eyes never left the figures. "I'm not sure," he said, "but I think we should be careful."
The shadowy figures began to move toward them, their faces hidden behind masks of black silk. Lyrien felt a surge of fear, her mind racing with possibilities.
As the figures drew closer, Lyrien saw that they were dressed in dark, flowing robes, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. Kael drew his dagger, its blade glinting in the moonlight.
"Stay behind me," Kael whispered, his eyes fixed on the figures.
Lyrien nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a sense of unease, as if she was being pulled into a nightmare from which she couldn't awaken.
The shadowy figures halted in front of them, their eyes fixed on Lyrien. One of them stepped forward, its mask glinting in the moonlight.
"Lyrien, daughter of Aria," the figure said, its voice low and menacing. "We have been searching for you."
Lyrien felt a surge of fear, her mind racing with questions. Who were these figures, and what did they want with her?
Kael stepped forward, his dagger at the ready. "What do you want?" he demanded.
The figure regarded Kael calmly, its eyes glinting with amusement. "We want Lyrien," it said. "She has something that belongs to us."
Lyrien felt a surge of confusion. What could she possibly have that belonged to these shadowy figures?
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lyrien said, trying to keep her voice steady.
The figure regarded her calmly, its eyes glinting with intensity. "Don't play games with us, Lyrien," it said. "We know all about your... abilities."
Lyrien felt a surge of fear, her mind racing with possibilities. What did these figures know about her, and what did they want?
Kael stepped forward, his dagger flashing in the moonlight. "Leave her alone," he growled.
The shadowy figures regarded Kael calmly, their eyes glinting with amusement. Then, in an instant, they vanished into thin air.
Lyrien felt a surge of confusion, her mind racing with questions. What had just happened, and who were those shadowy figures?
Kael turned to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Lyrien nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "What were those figures?" she asked.
Kael's expression was grim. "I don't know," he said, "but I think we're in trouble."
As they walked back to the tavern, Lyrien felt a sense of unease. She had a feeling that her life was about to change forever.
The tavern was quiet when they returned, the patrons huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves. Lyrien felt a sense of unease, as if she was being watched.
Kael led her to a table in the corner, his eyes scanning the room. "I think we should be careful," he said. "Those figures may have been just a warning."
Lyrien nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. What did these figures want with her, and how could she protect herself?
As they sat at the table, Lyrien felt a sense of unease. She had a feeling that she was being pulled into a world of darkness and magic, a world from which she might not escape.
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