After claiming the shard, Elara sat by a fire, face in her hands.
"I wasn't always from here," she confessed. "I was stolen. A child of the Realms Above."
Kael looked at her, confused.
"My family tried to open the gate. They failed. So it took me instead."
She lifted her sleeve.
Her skin bore the mark of the gate.
And now… so did his.