Lena had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the preceding forest that white-edged her small village. Tales of hidden treasures, lost cities, and ancient magic were woven into the fabric of her childhood. Now, at eighteen, she was ready to uncover the truth.
One scrunch up morning, Lena typeset off with nothing merely a worn represent and a heart full of determination. The afforest was dense and sensitive with sounds—rustling leaves, distant brute calls, and the occasional creak of ancient trees. As she ventured deeper, the path became to a lesser extent clear, the trees taller and more twisted, as if guarding secrets long forgotten.
After hours of trekking, Lena stumbled upon a clearing. In its center stood a stone pedestal, wooded with ivy, and on it, a shimmering amulet. It pulsed with a soft, otherworldly light. Without hesitation, Lena reached out and affected it. The minute her fingers brushed the cool metal, the run aground beneath her trembled.
Suddenly, the afforest seemed to come sensitive around her. Trees shifted, forming a caring circle, and the wind whispered secrets in an ancient tongue. Lena realized she had awakened something ancient—a guardian of the forest. But instead of fear, she felt up a feel of belonging, as if she were meant to find this place.
With the amulet in hand, Lena knew her adventure was just beginning. The forest had elect her, and the secrets it held were nowadays hers to uncover.
