Chapter106: Looming attack

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV A shiver of premonition ran down my spine moments before the raven arrived. Its obsidian feathers shimmered with a sinister sheen as it landed on my windowsill, clutching the message that would turn the tides of our fragile peace. I untied the scroll, hands steady despite the dread pooling in my gut. The words scrawled across the parchment were like a death knell: "The Black Faes move against us. Prepare." With no time to waste, I summoned Elara Windrider, Gamma Thorne, and my son, Eden, to the war room. We stood around the ancient oak table, its wood groaning under the weight of impending war. "The Black Faes are on the cusp of attack," I announced, voice edged with urgency. Their expressions tightened, battle-hardened instincts flaring to life. "Mother," Eden began, his young voice holding a gravity that belied his age, "what have the scouts reported about their movements?" "Disturbing news," I admitted. "They're amassing strength. More than we've seen before." "