A hard-won victory

The days following the battle were a blur of activity and reflection. The camp buzzed with energy as we worked tirelessly to rebuild and strengthen our defenses. The victory over the Black Faes had bolstered our spirits, but the lingering sense of unease kept us on edge. We knew the darkness was not vanquished—it was merely regrouping, biding its time for another assault.

My son Eden and I spent hours together, training and refining our magic. His growth was remarkable, and I could see the leader he was becoming. His confidence shone through in every spell he cast, every decision he made. He was no longer just my son; he was a warrior, a protector of our people.