Lincoln's POV:
The world was quite once more.
For the first time in what feels like an eternity, there was no clashing of blades, no shouting—but there was only laughter and calmness.
The Spirit Vale shine in the sunlight.
Ayaana's white stag grazed serenely to the side of the radiating pond. Star's celestial doe curled up close to her, half-shut eyes beneath the sway of dawn. Akira's white wolf lolled listlessly, twitching tail. Crisha's silver lark jumped off her shoulder, singing clipped songs.
I sat in the stone, caressing the surface of the pond with my fingers. The waters is so clear, that I can see my own reflection on it.
We’d made it through the trials.
We had our companions.
For once, things felt right.
Sky threw a pebble into the water, shattering the reflection. "So,"
