When the Willow Wept Moonbeams.

Previously

…With a final, grateful look at the wounded sprite, Elara turned. The glowing orb pulsed gently in her hand, a small, steady light against the encroaching darkness. The path ahead, now illuminated by the sprite’s magic and her own burgeoning courage, seemed less terrifying, more like an adventure waiting to unfold. The Whispering Woods, once a place of mystery, now held the promise of a brighter dawn.