They were not alone anymore.
By the third day, she felt it. The pull. The pressure. Eyes watching from too far away to see.
Hunters.
Not villagers.
Not afraid people.
These ones knew exactly who she was.
That night, the air grew cold. Too quiet. Even the insects stopped singing.
Elion reached for her hand. "Someone is coming."
She nodded. "They always do."
Torches flared in the distance.
Voices called her by a name she had buried with the city she destroyed.
She stepped forward, power trembling beneath her skin.
Elion stood beside her, wounded and shaking, yet unyielding.
"I am not running anymore," she said.
The flames answered.
And love stood in the middle of it all, daring the world to take them apart.