Tales of Aria"The Lost Heir"

ak, her heart pounding like a distant drum as the full moo

a magical sheen, illuminating the leaves and cre

moment heightening her senses as the moon's mystical

her left. Every muscle in her body tensed; she pounced with predat

ion as her powerful legs propel

a primal urge within her. The crisp night air filled with earthy sce

h the wild that transcended mere existence, a connect

sharp smell of the deer's fear penetrated her senses, richer than th

hythm that echoed her own. As she approached, the deer's brea

he aimed for her target. The impact was swift and decisive; she br

mth of its body beneath her paws, the thrill of the hunt cour

ng was amiss. The air was still, more so than it should be; even the typical noct

earing. She sensed a presence-a disturbance in the night that was once filled with nothing

the moon hung heavy in the cobalt sky, cast

ine. Suddenly, a shadow emerged from the darkness, approaching with an ominous gr

ng a massive black wolf, its sleek fur glistening

e predator before her-Malakai, a notorious rival of her father. An aura of menace surro

hackles raised in instinctive defia

self, laced with malice. "I've been searching for you. Your fami

ng doom washed over her. "What do you mean?" she demanded,

r father refused to relinquish the throne of K

he processed his words. Panic surged within her,

y reached the entrance, the sight that met her eyes shattered her spirit-her parents lay slaughtered, t

ages of her parents flooding her mind, Mala

resonated throughout the moonlit clearing. "Dispose of

lves-sleek and powerful-emerged like specters, their go

ough she was a warrior at heart, she felt the crushing weight

ming at her to flee. She let out a fierce growl, baring her sharp teeth in a defiant display,

the pack of black wolves snapping at her heels, their om

as she navigated through the tangled underbrush,

s as she darted through the forest, branches clawing at he

death was nipping at her heels, their snarls growing steadily lo