He's Under My Spell

ters the forest mountain, it loomed over her, a silent, unforgivi

feathers ruffled by the wind. "Luminous," she whispered, "Can you

foliage. Priscilla, exhausted and dehydrated, sank to the ground, her kne

nd of a gentle voice

n a small, cozy room, the scent of pine needles filling th

I?" she stammered

conscious. I found you in my yard.

nd, bewildered. "I...

sured her. "You're safe h

angers. But his kindness, genuine and unwavering, disarmed her.

You're welcome. R

n to the cane leaning against the wall. He wa

couldn't help but stare, fascinated. He moved with an uncanny grace, his hands outstretched, seemingly sensing the obstacles in his p

man said, his voice a low