Izee Valkeria

Intro The dawn light bathed Resonance in amber and gold, its towers gleaming like dreams made real. Izee stood at the balcony, the breeze warm with promise. Dranthar was gone, his darkness shattered, her sister’s tortured wails silenced forever. Hope—that fragile, trembling thing she thought she’d lost—stirred in her chest. Beside her, the Wayfarer lingered, his coat frayed, his eyes shadowed with thoughts untold. She reached for his hand. He stiffened at her touch, as if her warmth could undo walls he wasn’t willing to let fall. “We’ve won,” she said softly, her voice laced with something tender. “We can rest now. Together.” He hesitated, his gaze dropping. “Izee, I cannot stay.” The words splintered her heart. “What do you mean?” She knew, deep down, had always known. But knowing didn’t make it easier. “I’m not of this world,” he said. “I came through the veil from somewhere else. My path lies beyond it. And you—you have what you’ve fought so hard to reclaim. You should stay. You belong here.” Her voice didn’t waver. “I don’t care about belonging. I care about you. I choose you, wherever that may lead.” And so, they went to the great Hall of Kings to ask TruthEater for his blessing. The ancient sovereign, his gaze like multicolored moonlight, listened in solemn silence. “It pains me to see you go,” he said, rising. “But love is a force beyond my wisdom. Live well, Izee. May the stars guide your journey.” As they approached the portal that shimmered at the edge of Resonance’s world, Izee turned back for one last glance. TruthEater stood atop the ramparts, unmoving. A single tear traced his cheek as the portal swallowed them. “Goodbye, my friend,” he whispered, his voice heavy with love. “Live well.”