Unseen Magic

The Search for Lyra

Aiden, now aware of the world's hidden magic, felt a renewed sense of purpose.

He wanted to share this newfound understanding with Lyra, to help her see the world as he did.

But he couldn't find her. He searched the bustling market, the quiet corners of the library, even the bustling streets of the city, but Lyra was nowhere to be found.

"Where could she be?" he wondered, his heart starting to race.

"I need to find her. She's my best friend."

He asked the merchants, the shopkeepers, the street performers, but no one had seen her.

He felt a pang of worry, a sense of unease that grew with each passing hour.

Where could she be? What had happened to her?

"I need to find her," he muttered, feeling a sense of urgency. "I have to find Lyra."

He decided to visit the Oracle, a wise old woman known for her cryptic pronouncements.

The Oracle lived in a secluded cottage on the edge of the Whispering Woods, a place shrouded in mystery and ancient magic.

The path leading to her cottage was overgrown with moss and vines, and the air was thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth.

He found the Oracle sitting by a crackling fire, her eyes closed, her face serene.

Her hair was white as snow, her skin wrinkled with age, but her eyes held a spark of wisdom that seemed to pierce through Aiden's soul.

"I seek your wisdom, Oracle," Aiden said, his voice filled with urgency.

"My friend, Lyra, has vanished. I need your help to find her."

The Oracle opened her eyes, her gaze piercing.

"The world is full of secrets, young wizard," she said, her voice a low rumble.

"Sometimes, the things we seek are closer than we think. Look within, and you shall find the answers you seek."

Aiden left the Oracle's cottage, his mind swirling with confusion.

What did she mean?

Was Lyra hiding somewhere close by?

Or was the Oracle's cryptic message a clue to something else entirely?