Beyond the borders of Aranthia lay the Nocthyr Forest—a place feared by all.
Elaria entered without hesitation. If the kingdom called her a monster, she would survive among monsters.
Deep inside the forest, she sensed she was not alone.
"You're not very good at hiding."
She turned sharply.
A young man stepped out from the shadows. He had sharp features, dark hair, and eyes like storm clouds.
"Who are you?" Elaria demanded.
"Kael," he replied calmly. "And you, Elaria Vance, are more important than you realize."
Her heart skipped. "How do you know my name?"
Kael ignored the question. Instead, he raised his hand, revealing a strange ancient mark glowing faintly on his palm.
"You carry Shadowfire," he said. "And that means you are the rightful heir."
"Heir to what?"
Kael's voice lowered.
"To the throne."