Following Illumina's awakening, the draconic are restless as something that has been hidden underneath the crust of the earth for centeries have been disturbed.
A mistake, a ruin, an attempt that untimately failed just like every human's attempt for...
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Today marked a delightful chapter in my summer. The sun was bright, painting my garden with warm golden hues. Each morning, I woke up to the rhythmic songs of the plants, turning and waving in the wind alongside the trees.
After breakfast, I grabbed my little gardening tools and dashed outside, my bare feet sinking into the cool, damp soil. I had a special spot where the daisies and marigolds danced together, swaying gently in the breeze.
As I knelt down to check on their progress, I felt the earth tickling my fingers. I could spend hours under the sun, humming to myself as I dug and planted, but something in the air today felt different.
In the corner of my garden, near the old oak tree, something caught my eye. At first, I thought it was a leaf glimmering in the light. But as I squinted, I saw a small, shimmering figure darting among the flowers.
My heart raced. Could it be? A forest sprite?
I had read about them in books, tiny beings that brought life to nature but were so elusive that few had ever seen one. Curiosity bubbled up inside me as I shuffled toward the oak where the flicker had danced.
As I approached, the sprite revealed itself: a brilliant flash of blues and greens, with wings that sparkled like morning dew. Its eyes twinkled mischievously, and it made a sound—a high-pitched squeal that echoed with the joy of discovery. I couldn't hold back a grin.
"Hello there!" I whispered, even though I knew sprites couldn't talk like us.
It tilted its head, chirping in response, a sound so lively that it sent a shiver of delight through me. My heart raced with excitement! Carefully, I extended my hand, palm open to show that I meant no harm.
The sprite hovered closer, its wings fluttering rapidly. It landed on my fingers, a tiny weight of magic. I could hardly believe it.
"Do you want to play?" I whispered, half-afraid it would vanish like a dream.
The sprite squealed again, flitting from my hand to the nearby blooms, darting between petals of vibrant colors.
As I wove through the rows of flowers, the sprite danced ahead, leading me to the most beautiful corners of my garden, points I had never noticed before.
Together, we chased butterflies that fluttered lazily above us, their wings a blur of color. I laughed as the sprite twirled around them, its laughter like little bells ringing. It squealed in delight whenever the butterflies danced close, before darting away to the next bloom, coaxing me to follow.
I realized the sprite was showing me things I had overlooked while I worked: a patch of wildflowers swaying gently, a group of fuzzy bumblebees humming their songs, and a curious ladybug that paused to watch us play. Nature felt alive and vibrant, bursting with secrets I was only beginning to understand.
After hours of joyful play, I glanced at the sun, recognizing that it was starting to dip lower in the sky. I knew my mom would soon call me in for dinner. I felt a twinge of sadness, wishing the day could last forever. The sprite seemed to notice my shift in mood. It floated close, chirping softly as if trying to comfort me.
Before I left, I wanted to say goodbye. I knelt, extending my palm once more. "Thank you for playing!" I smiled, knowing it wouldn't understand my words, but hoping it felt my happiness. The sprite landed back on my fingers, giving a final squeal that rang like pure joy. It tapped my nose playfully before soaring back to the blooms, spinning in the air before it twinkled away, its form shimmering until it merged with the surrounding flowers.
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