Chapter 2- The Banquet of the Fae
The Archway
Elara stood before the arch of living branches, her breath shallow, her hand still trembling from where it had brushed the mist.
The arch rose taller than any cottage, its frame woven from ash and oak twisted together as though the trees had chosen this binding themselves. Vines ran the length of it, leaves trembling though no wind stirred. At…
