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I took her hand. "So did I."

We reached the edge of the terramares, the village lights twinkling ahead.

"Welcome home," she said softly.

"Home," I repeated, the word feeling right.

She grinned. "Ready to face whatever comes next?"

"With you by my side, absolutely."

As we entered the village, whispers spread among the villagers. Eyes watched us, some curious, others wary.

She squeezed my hand. "They'll come around."

"I trust you."

We made our way to her dwelling, the familiar surroundings bringing a sense of peace.

Inside, she lit a candle, the warm glow filling the room.

"Stay with me tonight," she said.

"Always."

We settled together, the quiet moments wrapping us in comfort.

"Tell me a story," she requested.

I chuckled. "Any preferences?"

"Something about the forest. Something only you would know."

I thought for a moment. "Did I ever tell you about the singing stones?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Singing stones?"

I nodded. "Deep within the heart of the woods, there's a circle of stones that hum with the energy of the earth. When the moon is full, they sing melodies that can heal wounds and mend hearts."

She listened intently. "That sounds magical."

"It is. Maybe one day I'll take you there."

"I'd like that."

Our conversation drifted into the night, stories and laughter blending seamlessly. The world outside faded, and for a while, it was just the two of us.

As sleep beckoned, I held her close. The rise and fall of her breath lulled me into a tranquil state.

"Goodnight, Acacia," I whispered.

"Goodnight, Thornix," she murmured.

Twelve

Acacia

I stood at the edge of the clearing, the morning sun casting golden rays through the canopy above. The forest was alive with the whispers of the wind, the scent of damp earth filling my senses. Yet, amidst the beauty of Magnus Terra, a storm brewed within me.