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The morning mist clung to the trees of Richmond Park as Aurora Carter followed Nyx through the winding path. Her black hair, usually tied back for her delivery job, fell loose around her shoulders, tickling the back of her neck. The Heartstone Pendant beneath her shirt pulsed faintly against her skin, a steady warmth that had grown stronger as they approached their destination. "Are you certain about this?" Rory asked, her hand instinctively touching the hilt of the Fae-Forged Blade tucked into her belt. The moonsilver dagger felt cold to the touch, as always, despite the summer warmth. Nyx turned their head slightly, their form shifting between solid and incorporeal as sunlight filtered through the leaves. "The Seer asked us here. There are answers within the Grove that you will need for what comes next." The trees thinned suddenly, revealing a circle of ancient oak standing stones, each one at least as tall as Rory. Moss clung to their weathered surfaces, and faint runes seemed to shimmer in and out of existence as she stared at them. This was the boundary. Rory took a deep breath, the air tasting different somehow—crisper, cleaner, charged with something she couldn't name. "After you, shadow-dweller." Nyx flowed forward, their form becoming a streak of darkness that passed between two of the standing stones. Rory hesitated for only a moment before following, stepping through the invisible barrier that separated the mundane world from the Fae-touched realm beyond. The transition was like walking through warm water—a brief resistance, then suddenly she was through. Rory gasped, her bright blue eyes widening. The Grove was not what she had expected. Wildflowers in impossible colors bloomed in profusion—vibrant blues, radiant purples, and shimmering golds that seemed to pulse with their own inner light. Some flowers glowed softly, while others appeared to be made of crystalline petals that chimed faintly in the breeze. The sky above was not the London sky she had just left. Instead, it was a perpetual twilight, with stars visible even as sunlight somehow filtered through, creating an impossible duality. The air hummed with a subtle energy that raised the hairs on her arms. "Time moves differently here," Nyx whispered, their voice like rustling leaves. "We must be cautious." Rory reached up to touch her Heartstone Pendant, which was now glowing with a soft crimson light visible through her shirt. "It's reacting to something." "To the in-between," Nyx replied, their form more solid here than in the mortal realm. "This place exists between worlds, much like I do." As they moved deeper into the Grove, Rory noticed that the plants seemed to respond to their presence. Ferns unfurled as they passed, flowers turned to track their movement, and the trees themselves seemed to bend slightly, as if curious. The path beneath their feet was not dirt but a springy moss that emitted tiny sparks of light with each step. "I don't see any footprints," Rory observed, crouching to examine the ground. "Not even ours." "The Grove does not retain such marks," Nyx explained. "Isolde walks here often, yet leaves no trace. One of the peculiarities of this place." A sudden sound made Rory freeze—a melody like crystal bells being played by an unseen hand. It came from all around them, seemingly emanating from the very air. The Fae-Forged Blade at her belt thrummed in response, and Rory instinctively wrapped her fingers around its hilt. "What is that?" she whispered, her cool-headedness strained by the sheer strangeness of her surroundings. "The Grove sings," Nyx replied, their form rippling with what might have been pleasure. "It recognizes you as a guest, not an intruder." Rory stood slowly, releasing her grip on the dagger but keeping her hand near it. As they continued, the landscape shifted subtly. One moment they walked through a forest of ancient trees, the next they were in an open meadow filled with flowers that seemed to bloom and wither in cycles of seconds rather than seasons. "How long have we been here?" Rory asked, suddenly realizing she had lost all sense of time. Nyx gestured toward a small pool of water that reflected not the sky above but a swirling galaxy of stars. "Look." Rory approached the pool and peered into its depths. Instead of her own reflection, she saw images moving—herself and Nyx entering the Grove, then multiple versions of their journey through different paths, some happening simultaneously, others in what appeared to be different timeframes. "Is this... past, present, and future all at once?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "The Fae do not experience time as mortals do," Nyx explained. "In this place, all moments exist concurrently." The implications made Rory's head spin. She straightened up, focusing on something solid—her Heartstone Pendant, which had grown warmer. As she touched it, a pathway of glowing mushrooms suddenly illuminated before them, leading deeper into the Grove. "Isolde's doing, or the Grove's?" Rory wondered aloud. "Perhaps both," Nyx replied as they followed the luminous path. The air grew thicker with magic, making Rory feel lightheaded. Colors became more vivid, sounds more distinct. She could hear not just the chime of flowers and the whisper of leaves, but also the faint sound of laughter, like distant bells, and what might be voices speaking in a language she almost understood. The Grove opened into a circular clearing dominated by a massive tree with silver bark and leaves that shimmered like mother-of-pearl. Its branches twisted upward into the twilight sky, seemingly reaching for the stars. Beneath its canopy grew a single flower unlike any Rory had ever seen—its petals were translucent, and inside floated a light that changed color every few seconds. "The Tree of Visions," Nyx said softly. "Isolde often comes here to receive her prophecies." As if summoned by their presence, a figure emerged from behind the great tree. Isolde Varga moved with impossible grace, her silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight, her lavender eyes seeming to hold the wisdom of centuries. She left no footprints on the mossy ground. "Aurora Carter, child of two worlds," Isolde said, her voice carrying the musicality of the Fae Courts. "And Nyx, who walks between realms. I have been expecting you." Rory's hand went instinctively to the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt. "You asked us to come here." "Indeed," Isolde replied, a cryptic smile playing on her lips. "The Veil weakens, and dangers from Hel seek entry into your world. The Heartstone Pendant you bear responds not just to Hel portals but to the thinning of boundaries between all realms." She gestured to the Grove around them. "This place exists in balance. As one boundary weakens, others must strengthen to maintain cosmic equilibrium. But something disrupts this balance now." As if in response to her words, the sky above flickered. For a brief moment, the twilight was pierced by a crack of crimson light, and the temperature dropped noticeably. The flowers dimmed, and the haunting melody faded into silence. The Heartstone Pendant flared hot against Rory's skin, and the Fae-Forged Blade hummed with cold energy. "What was that?" Rory asked, her hand tightening on the dagger's hilt. Isolde's expression was grave. "The boundaries fray. The solstice approaches, and with it, opportunity for those who would see the Veil torn completely." Rory exchanged a glance with Nyx, whose form had become more shadowed, less distinct. "That's why you brought us here." "Not just to warn you," Isolde said, approaching the unique flower beneath the great tree. "But to prepare you." She gently touched the floating light within the blossom. "The Grove has much to teach those who would stand against the coming darkness. And you, Aurora Carter, have a role to play that even I cannot fully see." The flower's light suddenly expanded, engulfing the clearing in a soft luminescence. Rory felt a strange sensation, as if the Grove itself was imprinting its knowledge upon her—the flow of time between realms, the nature of boundaries, the ways of magic that existed just beyond human perception. When the light faded, Rory knew with certainty that her life had irrevocably changed. The ordinary world she had known—delivering meals for the Golden Empress, living above Silas' bar—seemed a distant memory. "The first lesson is complete," Isolde said, her lavender eyes holding Rory's gaze. "The others will come in time. For now, you must return to the mortal realm, but know that the Grove will always be accessible to you, should you have need." As they turned to leave, Rory looked back at the ancient, otherworldly place she had just begun to discover. The wildflowers still bloomed in impossible colors, the great tree still reached for the stars, and the air still hummed with magic. She touched the Heartstone Pendant, now warm but not pulsing, and the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt. Whatever came next, she would face it with the knowledge that she now belonged to more than one world.