The morning sun had barely kissed the horizon when the gathered crowd assembled before the ancient stone archway — the threshold of the Hidden Forest Trial. A hush fell over the participants as sunbeams pierced through the early mist, illuminating the moss‑covered structure like a gateway between worlds. Glosh stood at the back of the line, her heart fluttering like a caged bird.
Beside her, Angella’s presence was calm, yet resolute. As Glosh’s mother and mentor, she carried the dignity of their family with measured grace, though a faint line of worry tugged at her brow. They had trained for this moment, but nothing could soften the weight of what lay ahead.
“Remember,” Angella murmured, her voice steady, warm, “the Trial doesn’t just test strength — it reveals truth. Trust yourself, Glo
