The wind howled around us, carrying the scent of fear and anticipation. I stood at the base of the cliff, my eyes tracing the treacherous path that wound its way up the sheer rock face. This was it – the Cliffside Gauntlet. Just another day in the Luna Trials, right?
I caught a familiar scent on the breeze and turned to see Elara approaching. Our eyes met, and I felt my hackles rise instinctively. We had a history, Elara and I, one filled with fierce competition and mutual respect. She was cunning, agile, and infuriatingly good at getting under my skin.
"Well, well," Elara drawled, her lips curving into a smirk. "Fancy meeting you here, MaryJane. Ready to eat my dust?"
I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. "In your dreams, Elara. I'll be planting that flag at the top while you're s
