Elysia's head snapped toward it, her hand tightening on the hilt of her Oathblade.
But instead of another guard or a hidden beast, a small figure stumbled out from the shadows.
It was a little boy no older than ten, his clothes were rough and patched from farm work. His wide eyes were filled with fear, and his breathing was uneven, as if he had run far too fast.
Elysia blinked in surprise. "You… what are you doing here?"
The boy didn't answer. His gaze flicked nervously to where Erainlia and his guards had gone, then back to Elysia.
He had been hiding. Listening.
Before she could stop him, he spun on his heel and darted down the forest path, legs pumping as fast as they could carry him.
Branches scratched against his arms, but he didn't slow.
Elysia reached out instinctively "Wait—!"
But he was already gone, swallowed by the trees.
