Enhon gently wrested his hand on her shoulder. Under normal circumstances, she would have violently pulled away. However, she was too enamored by the landscape. Enhon’s touch also felt oddly comforting.
Esis giggled like a child, dancing and spinning before her.
“Are you ready for my unveiling?” Enhon asked.
Presti suddenly felt an unfamiliar calm, something that had alluded her since she began her calling to protect her people. Enhon’s presence beamed like a father.
“Now I will explain. It is time, now that you’re ready.”
Presti breathed in deeply, ready for anything.
Enhon taught her the history of her village. He explained how the Elders rebelled against Enhon’s rule. He explained how the Purity Stone was just a prop used to help in the deception. True beauty and safety came from Enhon. All of his words overwhelmed Presti, but she felt her heart pound with belief. The next words weren’t expected.
“You must destroy the Purity Stone and save your world.” Enhon instructed.
Presti knew this to be true, but she also felt insecurity and inadequacy. “I know I must, but I need your help. My village needs you, not some empty, powerless stone.”
Presti forced her gaze toward Enhon. She felt an obligation to meet his eyes. Once he met her gaze, his eyes glowed green. He pointed toward the horizon. Before Presti could look away, she heard Emiline’s celebratory song. Her innocent song melted Presti’s heart. She ran, faster than her legs had ever run.
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