Softly, gently, Rose floated forward.
The Life Spring shimmered beneath her feet as she crossed the clearing, her green hair catching strands of starlight like woven silk.
She stopped just before him, her violet eyes luminous as she looked at the dazzling bow he held up and down.
"What… what did you just do?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the fragile magic hanging between them.
Achilles glanced down at the bow in his hands.
The Heartstring of the Adrastia Dawn.
Crimson gold brilliance danced across its surface, painting the air in shifting auroras of light.
He ran a hand lightly along the curve of the weapon, as if grounding himself.
"I had another Dream," he said, his voice calm, but deep with something heavier. "Another Lineage Memory."
Rose's eyes widened slightly, breath catching.
"Uncle Adras? Or someone else?"
He shook his head, a faint smile curling the corners of his mouth.
