The Chronicle of Ange

Previously

…As Maeve spoke, Ange felt a shift within her. The fear hadn’t vanished entirely, but it was now intertwined with a burgeoning sense of purpose. The naive village girl who had only dreamed of adventure was beginning to understand that adventure had found her, and that the greatest adventures were often those undertaken not for glory, but for love. She looked down at the ancient scroll, its faded ink now a map to a future she hadn’t dared to imagine. The blight was a tangible threat, but the Lumina Stone, and the hope it represented, felt even more real. Her journey had begun.