C15 The Forgotten Names

The high ridge overlooked a valley drowned in mist, the sun rising slowly behind a veil of clouds. Evelyne stood with her arms crossed, the wind tugging strands of hair loose as she watched the forest below. The ruins were out of sight now, but she could still feel them—like a bruise beneath the surface of the world. Lucien approached, handing her a flask of water. His wounds had mostly closed