To the Forbidden Glade

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The weight of the undisturbed silence in the council room was heavy on my shoulders as I gathered my most trusted allies around the ancient oak table. Elara Windrider's robes whispered against the stone floor, her presence a calming force amidst brewing tempests. Gamma Thorne's eyes, fierce and resolute, met mine with an unspoken vow of unwavering loyalty. And Eden, my son, sat straight-backed, his youthful visage marred by the gravitas of our dire situation.

"Paul Biansky has been claimed by the Forbidden Glade's sorcery," I began, my voice slicing through the stillness. "We cannot let this darkness fester at the heart of our lands."

Elara nodded solemnly, her knowledge of ancient magic an invaluable beacon in the murk that was to come. "The Forbidden Glade does not yield its secrets easily, Luna Queen. Its dark magic is old, unpredictable.”