Forgotten princess

Previously

…As Kael spoke, Anya’s mind drifted back to her recurring dream. The hidden garden, bathed in an ethereal light, and the regal crest, shimmering with an unknown power. She had always dismissed it as a figment of her imagination, a lingering echo of bedtime stories. But now, as she looked at Kael, at Elara, at the grim determination etched on their faces, she wondered. Perhaps the dream was not just a dream. Perhaps it was a map, a promise, a glimpse of the destiny that awaited her in the unforgiving embrace of the Whispering Peaks. The serpent was coiling, but Anya was no longer a cowering mouse. She was a fledgling creature, about to test her wings against the storm.