An unsettling silence settled between the two of them.
The elf broke it, her voice light and cheerful, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Why did you run away from home?"
Isolde paused, curious to hear what he would say. Lugh spared the elf a passing glance before replying.
"Because I didn't want to die."
The words struck like a gunshot—blunt, cold, and final.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
She asked, her tone now uncertain.
"Is that your final question?"
Lugh retorted, a quiet edge in his voice. The elf flinched. She was already regretting agreeing to this stupid rule.
Lugh took a moment to consider his final question.
It was strange, really. He had been the one to set the rules this time, and yet he found himself echoing the same question he had once asked the priestess, Xhi.
"What is your name?"
The question rang out through the room, just as it had once echoed within the sacred halls of the temple.
