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Aurora stepped through the shimmering portal, her boots sinking into the soft moss beyond the ancient oak standing stones. The air felt different here—charged and alive, like the moment before a summer storm. Her eyes widened as she took in the alien beauty of the Fae grove. Ropy vines snaked up the gnarled trunks of hoary ash and elder trees, their silvery leaves whispering secrets to the cool breeze. The sky above swirled with hues of lavender and pearl, an ethereal twilight that seemed to breathe with a luminance all its own. Wildflowers in jewel tones of sapphire, emerald, and ruby carpeted the grove, releasing a heady perfume. Nyx emerged from the portal behind her in a swirl of shadow, coalescing into a roughly humanoid form. "This place... it's not quite Earth, is it?" they mused, their voice like a murmur carried on the wind. "A fold between realms, if I'm not mistaken." Aurora nodded, still absorbing the wonder of it all. Her hand strayed to the Heartstone pendant that nestled beneath her shirt, its crimson depths pulsing faintly with warmth. "I've never seen anything like it. Not even in my dreams." As they ventured deeper, the unearthly landscape shifted and changed. Glowing fungi studded the bark of the trees, shedding an eerie bioluminescence that dappled the forest floor. The very air seemed to thrum with latent magic that tingled across Aurora's skin, making the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. A sound floated through the trees then, a lilting melody that wove through the whispering leaves. It was achingly beautiful, the song of the grove given voice. Aurora found herself drawn inexorably towards it, her feet moving of their own volition. Nyx flowed alongside her, an inky shadow that slipped over roots and stones with sinuous grace. They emerged into a hidden glade where wildflowers grew in riotous abundance, tended by the figure at its heart. She sang as she worked, her voice twining with the magic that saturated this place. Hair like spun moonlight cascaded to her waist, shimmering in time to the haunting aria. As the song faded, the woman turned towards them, her pale lavender eyes finding Aurora's unerringly. They were bottomless, those eyes, shot through with whorls of starlight and secrets. There was a soft chime of magic and then she was before them, uncanny and ageless. "Welcome, Aurora Carter and Nyx of the Shadows," she greeted, her voice like honey andgetIntsteel. "I am Isolde Varga, keeper of this sacred glade. What brings you to my domain?" Aurora exchanged a glance with Nyx before replying. "We seek answers. The Veil weakens and darkness stirs in the spaces between. I was given this—" she revealed the Heartstone pendant, "—and told to find you." Isolde's eyes flickered to the pulsing gemstone, something ancient and knowing passing through her gaze. "The Heartstone of Dymas. I have not seen its like in many a mortal lifetime." A slender hand emerged from the folds of her cloak to gently touch the pendant, and for a heartbeat, the crimson light within flared like an ember fanned to life. "You have been chosen by forces unseen to walk this path, Aurora Carter. A nexus point upon which the fate of many will turn." The seer's voice took on a singsong cadence, the words tumbling from her lips in a waterfall of prophecy. "Two paths lie before you: one of shadow, one of light. The blade will guide your hand, the whispered secrets shape your fate. Beware the Craven King and seek the nightwhisper's aid." Isolde reached into the depths of her cloak, withdrawing a moonsilver dagger that seemed to ripple and dance in the dimness. She held it out to Aurora hilt-first, the blade gleaming like liquid starlight. "Take this, child. You will have need of it in the times to come." Unsure what else to do, Aurora wrapped her fingers around the hilt, nearly hissing at the biting cold that seared her skin. Beside her, Nyx drifted closer, an intangible darkness edged in faintly glowing violet. "The nightwhisper," they murmured. "Me." Isolde inclined her head in affirmation. "The Shadow that walks between worlds. A guide to light the darkness." Aurora shook her head, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. The prophecy. The blade. The implications that her life was no longer her own. "I'm just a delivery girl from London," she protested weakly. "I'm not... I can't be who you say I am." The seer's expression softened then, and she reached out to brush a strand of raven hair from Aurora's face with a gentleness that ached. "We are more than the sum of our past, child. More than the boxes the world tries to place us in. You will find your path in time—of that, I have no doubt." With those parting words, Isolde began to fade, her form dissolving into eddies of moonlight and petals until only the grove remained. Aurora stood there for a long moment, staring down at the dagger in her hand as though it were a snake poised to strike. Nyx drifted around to face her, an undulating shadow against the riot of blooms. "She speaks in riddles," they said slowly, "but the Fae cannot lie. There is truth in her words, even if the meaning is obscured." Aurora nodded jerkily, slipping the blade into her jacket with care. It felt as though it had been forged of ice, burning against her skin even through the layers of fabric. Her gaze strayed to the pendant nestled in the hollow of her throat, its crimson depths pulsing with a heartbeat all its own. "We should go back," she said at last, the words heavy on her tongue. "I need... I need time to process all of this." Wordlessly, Nyx flowed towards the oak standing stones that marked the boundary of the grove. With a shiver of magic, they slipped between the cracks of the world, emerging once more into the mundane tranquility of Richmond Park. Aurora followed in their wake, each step a leaden thing. As the portal closed behind them with a breath of cold starlight, Aurora turned her face to the night sky. The stars were diamond-bright against the void, an ocean of distant fire undimmed by the lights of the city. Somewhere up there, beyond the Veil, the Fae Courts waited and watched. And on Earth, unbeknownst to mortals, the threads of a prophecy began to weave themselves around one Aurora Carter—a nexus point in the tapestry of fate.