The dwarf guided me and Timothee through the forest, clearing sharp vines like obstacles in a maze. I sensed his struggling breaths and saw his unwavering resolve to conquer the harsh land. As the sun dipped, painting the sky red, we arrived at our final stop - the ancient castle where my mother’s presence lingered all these years.
“This is where Fae Aurora lives.” The dwarf swung open the gate, gesturing for Timothee and me to enter without delay. Anxious heartbeats mingled with elation surged through me as I crossed the castle threshold, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within.
Finally, I found myself standing before the majestic door, eagerly anticipating her arrival. Not long after the dwarf called out, someone approached. I was taken aback by her appearance. But my tongue was tied,
