The first village Elara encountered was nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by towering mountains. Its quaint cottages, with thatched roofs and vibrant flower gardens, stood in stark contrast to the apprehensive atmosphere that hung in the air. As she entered the village, she noticed the faces of the villagers—tired eyes, whispers exchanged in hushed tones, and the palpable tension that settled like a heavy fog.
Elara took a deep breath, steadying herself. She had come to share hope, to rally the people against the encroaching darkness. As she walked through the narrow streets, the murmurs of curiosity and caution followed her.
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