Chapter Fifty

Eira

When I walked outside the house, I heard a faint, melodic voice singing a really beautiful tune. I was intrigued, so I followed the sound until I reached a small clearing at the back of the house which was bathed in so much sunlight.

There, I saw a little girl with golden curls who was dressed in a simple white gown. She couldn't have been more than nine or ten years old, yet her voice held a wisdom beyond her years.

The moment she laid her eyes on me, her singing abruptly ceased, and her innocent blue eyes widened with surprise and curiosity. I, too, halted in my tracks as I gazed at her in wonder.

"Hello," I said, trying to break the ice. "What's your name?"

The girl hesitated as her fingers twisted the hem of her gown. "I'm… I'm just a traveler of the woods," she replied, her voice soft and delicate like a breeze rustling through the leaves.

I raised an eyebrow because I had sensed a certain evasiveness in her response. "A traveler of the woods, you say? That's a mysterious a