In a chamber deep beneath Luminara, old voices stirred—fairy queens and kings of the past, their essences long buried in the rootstones of the forest. Lucky descended there, following a melody only she could hear.
Each spirit greeted her—not as ruler, not as warrior—but as heir.
They sang with her. Their harmonies threaded through her magic, teaching her forgotten spells: songs that could bend time, blossom old trees, and awaken memories long erased.
They showed her a vision—of Umbrael's true origin. He had once been the forest's protector, not its destroyer.
It made her wonder: Was saving him still possible?