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The dawn broke slowly, the first rays of sunlight piercing through the lingering mist that enveloped the quiet village. Thomas stood by the stone wall, his hand resting on the cold, ancient stones where Elara had once stood. The air was still, yet it seemed to hum with the faint memory of the magic she had left behind.
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It had been weeks since Elara had vanished into the night, her wings shimmering one last time before she faded into the mist. Since then, Thomas had spent every morning and evening by the wall, waiting—hoping for a sign that she would return. His heart ached with the weight of her absence, and yet, every fiber of his being felt her presence lingering in the air, as if she had never truly left.
The village around him was waking up, the windows of the old houses glowing faintly as the world resumed its ordinary rhythm. But for Thomas, the world had changed irrevocably. How could he return to normalcy after learning that the love of his life was something far beyond human? The thought of her, bound by ancient magic, tore at him, yet he couldn’t let go of the hope that, somehow, they were destined to meet again.
As the mist began to lift, Thomas caught a glimpse of something in the distance. His heart quickened as he saw a faint, glowing figure emerging through the fog. It was her—Elara. Though she was far away, her wings were unmistakable, shimmering softly against the backdrop of the rising sun.
Thomas leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat. She was walking away, her figure becoming smaller and smaller as the light of dawn grew brighter. He wanted to call out to her, to beg her to stay, but something held him back. There was a serenity in the way she moved, a sense of peace that told him this was how it had to be.
As Elara’s silhouette disappeared into the horizon, the mist finally cleared, and the village stood bathed in sunlight. Thomas felt an overwhelming mix of emotions—grief for the love that had slipped through his fingers, but also a quiet sense of peace. He knew now that their bond was not broken, only changed. She had given him a gift far beyond what he could have imagined—the knowledge that magic and love were real, intertwined in ways that defied time and space.
He turned away from the wall, the warmth of the morning sun on his face. Though she was gone, he could still feel her presence, like a whisper in the wind. And deep in his heart, Thomas knew that one day, in another time or place, they would find each other again.
