Three years later, sickness swept across the island.
Arinya fell ill quickly, too quickly. Fever burned her from within. As she lay in the cramped quarters, she whispered Kelan's name over and over, delirious with longing.
Her final night was quiet.
She looked toward the window, where moonlight streamed through the cracks, painting the world in silver—just like the night they first met.
I'm coming, she whispered, breath faltering.I'm coming back to you.
And with that final vow,
Her heart stopped.
Her soul slipped free.
Searching.
Always searching.