Where the Stars Descend

Previously

…A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of light pulsed from the ancient oak, and Elara felt a warmth spread through her, a gentle affirmation. She looked at the wilting flowers, at the subdued glow of the glade, and a new determination settled within her. She was no warrior, no sorceress, but she was Elara of Oakhaven, and she would do whatever it took to save her home. The quest, though daunting, had begun. She would follow the fading starlight, a beacon of hope in the encroaching twilight.