One night, Lucky heard singing—soft, wordless notes drifting on the wind. She followed it to a massive hollow tree that pulsed with light.
Inside were fairy spirits—echoes of those who had once fought the darkness and failed.
They warned her: "The corruption in the Tanglewood is spreading. The deeper you go, the more you'll lose… unless you remember who you are."
"I don't even know who I am yet," she replied.
"Then find out," they whispered, "before the forest finds out first."