"The Second Trial awaits..."
The mysterious voice echoed throughout the woods until silence took over. No one uttered a words.
The silver feather flew over, pointing farther into the forest before landing softly on my hand.
Lucien came beside me.
"Are you hurt?"
I shook my head.
"I'm alright."
It wasn't entirely true. I still had the visions from the Lake of Truth in my head. Seeing my parents, seeing Lucien's promise, and seeing that strange vision of a future I could not understand.
I looked at him. He was watching me with quiet concern.
"What?
"You've been quiet."
"So have you also."
A faint grin touched his lips.
"I suppose I have."
Before either of us could say more, Vaeros landed nearby.
"The forest is changing."
I looked around.
"You're right."
The silver trees we
