Ayla

In the land of Eryndor, where mountains touched the skies and forests whispered ancient secrets, the moonlight shimmered over the crystalline waters of Lake Lunaris. Beneath the great canopy of stars, a hidden kingdom thrived, its beauty masked by enchanted mists. Ayla, a healer with the gift of sensing the emotions of nature, lived in the village at the edge of the Great Faewood. Her quiet life was spent mending hearts and bodies, drawing upon the ancient magic of the earth. But her dreams were haunted by a pair of silver eyes, always just out of reach, and a voice calling her name from the depths of the forest. Across the kingdom, Kael, the exiled prince of the forgotten realm, wandered the shadowed paths of the world. Bound by a curse that kept him from his rightful throne, he sought the one whose heart beat in rhythm with his own—someone who could break the enchantment. Little did he know, their fates were intertwined, woven together by forces far older than either of them could imagine. The winds of fate were shifting.