The air in the castle was thick with magic as I stood next to my father, watching the soft glows of light floating around us. My father, dressed in his traditional robes, stood tall and powerful, his eyes fixed on the spirits that filled the ancient stone hall. His presence brought me both reassurance and a deep sense of obligation. This was what he had been urging me to do, what he needed me for. And finally, I was ready.
He turned to me, his dark eyes softened with pride. “Faith, it is time,” he said, his voice echoing gently in the spacious hall. The spirits that had once felt intimidating to me now seemed to be waiting, yearning for what my father had promised them.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward. The glowing spirits hovered around us, their lights pulsating softly as if th
