In the elven realm, the sun rose gently, casting a golden glow over the vast woodlands and the mystical habitats of the elves. The air was filled with the soft hum of nature awakening. Prince Elion stood in a grand hallway, his hands clasped behind his back, lost in thought. "I wish I was with you, Luna". He whispered softly to himself.A quiet cough behind him broke his reverie. Elion turned to see his father, King Thalion, approaching with steady steps."Father". Elion greeted, forcing a smile."Elion". Thalion said warmly, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. "Is everything alright?"."By God's grace, yes". Elion replied, though his tone betrayed his unease."Still worried about Luna?". Thalion asked knowingly."A lot". Elion admitted. "She’s new to everything. She’s never stepped foot outside Luminara. She knows nothing of the world beyond".King Thalion smiled gently. "My son’s in love".Elion met his father’s eyes. "I can’t hide my feelings any longer. I can’t bear to stay

It was morning in the Human realm of Terrania. People bustled about, busy with their own lives. But the news of Greywing's arrival had spread like wildfire, and whispers filled the air as curiosity overtook them. The marketplace near the Terranian Border was packed, and everywhere people were discussing Luna Fireheart.Suddenly, the sound of a horse's neigh echoed from the passage. Elion, the Elven Prince, entered the realm, riding regally on his horse. He pulled to a stop near the crowd, dismounted with a fluid grace, and scanned the onlookers."Has anyone seen Luna Fireheart?". He demanded, his voice cutting through the chatter like a blade.A ripple of excitement moved through the crowd. "It's the Elven Prince!". They whispered, eyes wide with awe and wariness. Some murmured their judgments under their breath.Elion scowled, clearly annoyed. "Ugh, humans and their incessant judging". He muttered, his tone dripping with disdain. Then, louder, "I ASKED A QUESTION!". His voice boomed

The three of them entered the prison building, which was far larger than it appeared from the outside. John led them through dimly lit corridors, skillfully evading suspicion and fooling the guards. Luna and Elion glanced around, taking in the sight of prisoners behind bars—some asleep, others sitting close to the iron bars, their hollow eyes staring into the void.After weaving through the maze of corridors, John came to a stop in front of a heavy iron door.“All of them behind bars, and Noah behind an iron door?”. Elion whispered, his tone edged with curiosity.“He always escapes”. John muttered, glancing back at them before approaching the guard stationed at the door.“Mayor Hans sent us”. John said, his voice shifting to a rough, authoritative tone. “Noah Graves has been granted a final wish before his execution. We’re here to record it”.The guard frowned, looking skeptical. “All three of you?”. he asked.“Do you have a problem with that?”. John snapped, his voice cold and impati