In a small village cradled by rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a woman named Elara. Her hair was a soft silver, like the first light of dawn, and her eyes held the depth of the night sky. She was known to all as Grandma Elara, the keeper of stories and the mender of hearts. Elara's life had been touched by the shadow of a great war that swept through the land when she was but a young