Areeya's curiosity was piqued. "The Isles of Zenith? I've heard stories, but I never thought they existed."
Areeya stood at the edge of the ocean, her toes curled over the sandy cliff, the wind whipping her dark hair into a frenzy. She had always been drawn to the sea, with its mysteries and tales of adventure. Today, she felt an inexplicable pull, as if the ocean was calling her name.
Kael smiled, and together, they drank from the spring. As they did, the island seemed to come alive around them, the trees swaying in approval.
