[: 3rd POV :]
Caelira's voice lowered slightly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of reverence and disbelief as she leaned forward, the weight of her confession hanging heavy in the air.
"Do you know how we were saved from being slaves?''
''How did we manage to make our reappearance after all these years of suffering and silence?" She asked, her tone both weary and hopeful.
Melira frowned, scepticism tightening her brow as she leaned in, as if bracing herself against a truth too fantastical to believe.
"How?" she asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to hear an answer that might shatter her understanding of the world.
"It was because of the boy," Caelira revealed firmly, her gaze steady.
Melira's eyes widened, a flash of disbelief flickering across her face.
"But… that's impossible, Caelira. Even knowing you as I do, it's hard to believe that one boy could do something so miraculous."
