one hundred and twenty two

Ruth’s POV

As Echo's words faded, darkness descended.

Vincent's eyes never left mine.

"Ruth, stay close," he whispered.

But Michael's presence drew me in.

His silent strength, a comforting shield.

We traversed treacherous paths, danger lurking.

In the shadows, Michael's hand brushed mine.

A spark ignited, unforeseen.

"Ruth, watch out!" Michael shouted.

A figure emerged, knife glinting.

Michael shielded me, his body tense.

Vincent and Elijah countered the threat.

In the chaos, Michael's eyes locked onto mine.

A fleeting moment, a connection forged.

Later, as campfires crackled, Vincent spoke.

"Echo's words hint at a greater purpose."

Ava nodded.

"Ruth's Legacy holds the key."

Michael's gaze drifted to me.

"Ruth, you're not alone," he said, soft.

His words wrapped around me like a shield.

As night deepened, Vincent's eyes narrowed.

"Get some rest, Ruth."

Michael's presence lingered.

"Need help with your gear?" he asked.

Alone together, our hands touched.

A jolt ran through me.

"Michael,