Chapter 21 The Shifting Sands

Several moons had passed since Anya and Elara's aunt had driven back the darkness from the corrupted forest. The land, once a desolate wasteland, teemed with renewed life. Lush greenery carpeted the forest floor, and the chirping of birds filled the air – a constant melody of joy and restoration. Anya sat perched on a gnarled branch, the ancient blade resting comfortably in her lap. The polished surface gleamed faintly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. It was no longer just a weapon; it was a symbol of their victory, a constant reminder of the responsibility that rested upon them.