Rites of PassageAs Alaya paused, her heart racing like a wild stallion, she glanced at the mesmerized faces of her parents and grandmother. It was as if she had cast a spell, weaving a tale that hung in the air like shimmering starlight. Her parents wore expressions that danced between pride and wonder, while her grandmother gazed at Alaya with eyes full of warmth and deep admiration.
"My dear," her grandmother spoke, her voice a soft melody, "what you’ve shared fills my heart with a peace I cannot describe. I am bursting with pride and just wait until I tell your grandfather that we have a warrior among us, a true saviour of Harmonya."
Alaya's baba, his eyebrows raised like the peaks of distant mountains, asked, "Did you say Storm Bringer completed all his quests at the age of thirteen?
