The morning arrived not with dawn…
But with light that walked beside them.
🕊️ Elarion Walks
He didn't hover.He didn't shine so bright that they couldn't see him.
He walked with them.
Barefoot across cracked earth.Laughing softly at Vaelrix's sarcasm.Smiling gently at Kael's quiet musings.Placing a hand on Seren's shoulder when her thoughts drifted to her brother.And holding Alari's hand—not to guide her…
But so she knew she didn't have to carry the name alone.
🌉 The Sacred Bridge
Their journey led them to a place forgotten by maps,where two realms nearly touch:
The Shimmering Bridge, built before the world cracked.
It was once a crossing between Light and the Mortal World…Now, it stood in twilight fog, pulsing with pressure.
Beyond it:The storm.The heart of the Veil.The silence that still hungered to be remembered as a god.
🕯️ Elarion Pauses
He stood at the edge of the bridge.
"I could go with you," he said."But if I did… this would not be your victory."
Kael's voice cracked:
"But why disappear again?"
Elarion looked at them all with eyes that saw to the soul.
"Because you are ready.""Because faith only shines brightest when the flame must walk alone."
🌌 A Final Blessing
He raised his hand.
Golden light swirled around each of them—gentle, warm, soft as a lullaby.
He did not give them weapons.
He gave them reminders.
A whisper in Kael's ear: "Your words still shape worlds."
A quiet breath to Seren: "Your grief is not a weakness. It's your light."
A touch over Vaelrix's chest: "You were never divided. You were always becoming."
And to Alari:
"You carry a name…But you are not lost within it.You are Alari.And you are enough."
🌍 Then... The World Runs to Him Again
The wind rushed once more—faster this time.
Not fearful.
Eager.
The trees bowed.The sky opened.And the earth itself trembled in joy…
As Elarion disappeared in light.
Gone.
But not absent.
His presence did not fade.It settled into them.And now…they were the ones who shined.