Emma stepped into the passageway, her steps light as the quiet warmth of the house settled around her. As she rounded the corner leading to her sister's room, she caught sight of Ellie standing at her door. Ellie’s hand hovered over the doorknob, but as soon as her deep blue eyes spotted Emma, she paused.
“There you are,” Ellie said with a grin, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and mischief. Her eyes sparkled, as though hiding some secret, a look Emma had grown all too familiar with over the years.
Emma narrowed her gaze, folding her arms across her chest as she approached. “What are you up to, Ellie?” she asked, her tone tinged with suspicion. She leaned closer, her unique white eyes locking onto her sister’s, searching for a clue to whatever scheme was brewing.
Ellie smirked, her expression playful as she reached out and ruffled Emma’s silver-white hair, causing a few strands to fall loose from the ponytail. “Don’t ask. Just come with me,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Before Emma could protest, Ellie grabbed her hand and began leading her down the hall.
“Ellie, what are you...”
“No questions!” Ellie interrupted with a laugh, tugging Emma along as they stepped out of the house.
The cool evening air greeted them as they emerged onto the cobbled streets of Windfield. The town was alive with a quiet magic, its charm amplified by the warm glow of magical lamps lining the pathways. The houses they passed were a testament to the town’s diversity... some built in elegant Elven designs, with flowing curves and glowing runes etched into their surfaces, while others were crafted in the sturdy, practical style of humans. Some homes were a blend of both, a harmony of cultures reflected in their architecture.
Emma’s eyes wandered, taking in the soft lights spilling from windows and the faint hum of laughter and conversation carried on the wind. “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as she glanced at her sister.
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“You’ll see,” Ellie replied, her tone mysterious as she continued to lead them through the winding cobblestone streets.
As they walked further, the faint glow of magical fireflies caught Emma’s attention. The tiny creatures danced in the air, their lights flickering in hues of gold and blue. Their movements were mesmerizing, an unspoken rhythm that seemed to blend seamlessly with the serene evening. Emma slowed her pace for a moment, her gaze fixed on the enchanting display. “They’re beautiful,” she murmured, awe coloring her voice.
Ellie smiled, glancing back at her younger sister. “I thought you’d like them,” she said, giving Emma’s hand a gentle tug to keep her moving.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a restaurant that immediately captured Emma’s attention. The building was unlike anything she had seen before. Delicate floral patterns seemed to grow naturally along the structure, their blossoms glowing faintly as though enchanted. The green chairs and tables arranged outside were immaculately crafted, their designs blending seamlessly with the natural elements of the building. Above the entrance, a floating sign glimmered softly with the name TYLANS written in elegant script.
“TYLANS, huh?” Emma muttered, her eyes lingering on the sign before shifting to her sister. She raised an eyebrow, silently asking for an explanation.
Ellie, however, only smiled, her expression unreadable. “Let’s get going,” she said, gesturing toward the entrance.
As they stepped inside, Emma was struck by the serene atmosphere. The restaurant was filled with both Elves and humans, their laughter and quiet conversations blending into a soothing hum. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of freshly baked bread, meats and fragrant herbs.
They made their way through the main dining area, weaving past tables occupied by cheerful patrons. The harmony between the two races was evident in every interaction, a stark contrast to the chaos Emma often associated with the outside world.
At the far end of the room, they stopped in front of a door marked with bold, glowing letters: PRIVATE ONLY.
Emma hesitated, her gaze flickering to Ellie. “What’s this about?” she asked, though her sister’s unyielding grin gave her little hope for an answer.
“You’ll see,” Ellie said again, pushing the door open and guiding Emma inside.
The room was pitch black, the sudden absence of light catching Emma off guard. She paused, her senses on high alert as Ellie stepped in behind her and closed the door.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, with a sharp click, the lights flickered on, illuminating the space in a warm glow.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
The voices rang out in unison, filling the room with joyous energy. Emma blinked, the realization hitting her like a wave. Oh... it’s my birthday today. Ethan’s and mine... and I completely forgot...