Emilia's eyes widened as Liam spoke of their families' ancient war. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of secrets and lies.
*Tell me everything,* Emilia demanded, her voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation. *I want to know about this war and why our families hate each other.*
Liam nodded slowly.
*It began centuries ago, when our ancestors ruled Tenebrous together. Your ancestor, Lyra, was a powerful sorceress, and mine, Kael, was a skilled warrior. They fell deeply in love, but their families forbade their union.*
Emilia's heart ached at the star-crossed lovers' story.
*What happened to them?* she asked softly.
Liam's eyes clouded over.
*Kael asked Lyra to run away with him, but she refused. She chose duty over love... and betrayed Kael to save her clan from destruction. Kael was devastated. He swore vengeance on Lyra's bloodline forever.*
Emilia felt a chill run down her spine.
*And now our families are still fighting because of that centuries-old betrayal?* she whispered.
Liam nodded grimly.
*Yes. But I never believed in that war, Emilia. I think our families were manipulated by a darker force... one that still seeks to destroy us both.*
Emilia's mind reeled.
*What darker force?* she asked, her voice barely audible.
Liam hesitated.
*I'm not entirely sure... but I think it's connected to the Shadow Weavers. They're dark magic users who serve my family... but seem to have their own agenda.*
Suddenly, Emilia heard footsteps outside the room. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, like someone was trying to announce their presence.
*Liam, someone's coming,* Emilia whispered urgently.
Liam's head snapped toward the door.
*Hide,* he mouthed, pushing Emilia toward the wardrobe.
As Emilia hid among the clothes, Liam drew his sword, standing bravely before the door.
*Enter,* he called out.
The door creaked open, and a figure loomed in the doorway...