I’M ALL YOURS

[Scene: Mistlands Camp – Midnight]

FX: Wind rustling leaves. The soft crackle of a low fire. A single ember floats upward. 🔥🍂

[Visual: Elara lies asleep in Kaelith's worn travel cloak. Her brow is furrowed. Her breathing shallow.]

Kaelith (thinking):

"She finally rests. But she doesn't look peaceful."

He shifts his gaze to the wrapped crystal shard beside her. It's faintly pulsing.

🌑 Dreamscape

FX: DRIP… DRIP… DRIP…

[Visual: Elara walks barefoot in shallow water. The sky above is black silk. No moon. Just stars. Her reflection doesn't follow her movements.]

[Elara (thinking)]:

"Not a dream. Not mine."

[A voice calls out — gentle, low, kind. A man's voice. Familiar somehow.]

"You're safe here."

[Visual: A glowing garden appears ahead. Trees with silver leaves. A swing gently sways.]

[Sitting on the swing is a man in white. His face is blurred, like a dream not fully remembered.]

[Man]:

"You've fought enough, haven't you? Laid down your blade. Isn't it time… to let go?"

Elara (thinking):

"His voice… why does it sound like someone I used to know?"

She walks forward, hesitant.

[Elara]:

"Who are you?"

[Man]:

"Just a voice. One that understands. One that's always waited."

*[He stands. Holds out his hand. The scene shimmers — trees become mirrors. Flowers turn into chains made of light.]

[Man]:

"You don't have to choose anymore. I can choose for you."

[Elara (shaking head)]:

"No. I've made it this far. I won't stop."

[Man, voice softer now]:

"I'm not your enemy. I am what you become… when you're finally free."

Elara (thinking):

"This place is too perfect. Too quiet. It's not peace. It's control."

[Scene Break: Camp — Kaelith's POV]

[FX: Elara twitches in her sleep. Whispers rise from her mouth — words in a forgotten language.]

Kaelith jerks upright.

[Kaelith]:

"Elara…?"

[He touches her shoulder — her skin is ice-cold. The soulbrand is glowing through her shirt.]

[Kaelith (thinking)]:

"She's caught in something. A spell? A vision? A trap?"

He glances toward the woods — instincts scream danger.

But nothing moves.

Yet.

🌑 Back in the Dream

[The man in white now stands very close.]

His face shifts again — no longer blurred.

[Visual: It looks like Lucien. Then Auren. Then Kaelith. All at once. None real.]

"You don't have to hurt anymore, Elara."

"I'll carry your voice. All you have to do… is sleep."

[Elara (eyes narrowing)]:

"Then wake me."

[She clenches her fist. Her hand begins to glow blue — the soulblade's energy flaring within her even in sleep.]

[Elara (shouting)]:

"I said… WAKE ME!"

FX: CRACK— the dream shatters like stained glass.

☀️ Scene: Elara Awakens

[FX: GASP — She sits up, lungs pulling air like she was drowning. Sweat pours down her neck.]

[Kaelith is right beside her, blade halfway drawn.]

[Kaelith]:

"You were whispering in a dead language. You called out to something."

[Elara (shivering)]:

"I didn't call. It found me."

[She looks down at the shard — now cracked. Something inside it pulses once… then falls still.]

Elara (thinking):

"It almost had me. Not with power. Not with fear. With… love."

[Kaelith]:

"We should leave this forest. Now."

[Elara] (nods slowly):

"Someone's close. I couldn't see them, but I could feel them… waiting."

[Scene: Final Visual – Just beyond their camp, a branch sways with no wind. A single chain dangles from it.]

[FX: The sound of breathing in the mist. Not theirs.] 🌫️

⚔️ TO BE CONTINUED…