The air was thick with tension as Lyra and Kael stood facing each other. Lyra's magic still pulsed through her veins, ready to defend her against this stranger. But despite her wariness, she couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity.
"What do you mean, I'm in danger?" Lyra asked, her voice firm. "What kind of danger?"
Kael's expression turned grim. "The kind that threatens your very existence," he said, his voice low and serious. "You're a target, Lyra. And I need to get you to safety."
Lyra's eyes narrowed. "Why me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What makes me so special?"
Kael's gaze seemed to bore into her soul. "You're connected to the prophecy," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "And those who seek to claim its power will stop at nothing to get to you."
Lyra's mind reeled. Prophecy? What prophecy? She'd never heard anything about a prophecy before.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lyra said, her voice firm. "I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what's going on."
Kael's expression turned calculating. "Fine," he said, his voice low. "I'll tell you what I can. But we need to get moving. We're not safe here."
Lyra hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But something about Kael's words resonated deep within her. She nodded, and Kael turned to lead her away from the cliff.
As they walked, Lyra couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What was this prophecy that Kael spoke of? And why was she connected to it? She had so many questions, but Kael seemed reluctant to answer them.
"Tell me more about the prophecy," Lyra said, her voice firm. "What does it say?"
Kael's expression turned grim. "The prophecy speaks of a great power that will soon be unleashed upon the world," he said, his voice low and serious. "A power that could bring about great good or great destruction. And you're at the center of it all, Lyra."
Lyra's mind reeled. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A great power? What kind of power? And how was she connected to it?
As they walked, the sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Lyra felt a sense of trepidation growing inside her. What lay ahead? And what would she find when she finally uncovered the truth about the prophecy?