Maximilian found her

Maximilian had been making his rounds in the camp, his mind preoccupied with the day’s events when something caught his eye—a small movement in the shadows, barely noticeable. He paused, narrowing his eyes. The area was quiet, and few people should have been there.

Stepping closer, his military instincts on high alert, he noticed a tiny figure huddled behind some crates. His brows furrowed as he moved silently, taking care not to startle whoever it was. As he approached, he saw a familiar golden curl catching the dim light.

Alora.

His heart tightened. What was she doing here, hiding again, alone and frightened? He could tell from the way she curled up, shaking slightly, that something was terribly wrong. He knew she was prone to disappearing when scared, but this time, it felt different—more urgent, more desperate.

Maximilian crouched down slowly, making himself small so as not to frighten her. He softened his voice, keeping it low and gentle. “Alora?” he called softly, his tone fille