The spring 1

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The arrival of spring brought a sense of renewal and hope to our camp. The once-barren trees began to bloom, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh blossoms. Yet, beneath the beauty of the season lay an undercurrent of tension. The recent battle with the Black Faes had left scars, and I could feel the weight of our recent struggles bearing down on our warriors.

As the days grew warmer, I knew we needed to refocus our efforts on rebuilding and strengthening our community. I called for a council meeting, gathering our trusted leaders to discuss our plans moving forward. “We must rebuild our morale and reinforce our alliances,” I said firmly. “The darkness may have retreated, but we cannot let our guard down.”

Jason nodded, his expression serious. “We should organize a festival to celebrate our victories and honor the bonds we’ve forged. It will remind everyone of our resilience and unity.”