Arthur and Lyra walked through the palace gardens in silence, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. They eventually stopped at a small, tranquil pond, its surface reflecting the moon's silver glow.
Lyra turned to Arthur, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. "So, Prince Arthur, tell me... what do you know of the keystone?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Arthur hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Lyra's demeanor put him at ease, and he found himself opening up to her.
"I know that it's a powerful artifact," he said. "One that could help me unlock the secrets of the symbol. But I don't know where it is, or how to find it."
Lyra nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I can help you with that," she said. "But first, you need to understand the true nature of the keystone. It's not just a simple artifact... it's a key to unlocking a much greater power."
Arthur's eyes widened with excitement. "What kind of power?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lyra's smile grew wider. "The power to unite the warring kingdoms," she said. "The power to bring peace to a land torn apart by conflict and strife."
Arthur's heart swelled with hope. Could it be true? Could the keystone really hold the key to unlocking a brighter future for the kingdom?