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The air shimmered, a faint iridescence rippling like a heat haze as Aurora stepped through the standing stones. The Heartstone pendant around her neck pulsed with warmth, a steady rhythm that matched the quickening of her pulse. Nyx flowed beside her, their shadowy form flickering like a candle flame in a breeze. Isolde walked ahead, her silver hair catching the strange light that filtered through the ancient oaks, her footsteps leaving no trace in the soft moss underfoot. The grove stretched out before them, impossibly vast, its boundaries lost in a haze of wildflowers and mist. The trees were taller than any Aurora had seen, their trunks gnarled and twisted, roots sprawling like the fingers of buried giants. The air smelled rich and earthy, tinged with something sweet and unfamiliar—like honey and damp stone. The sky above was wrong, too. Not the pale gray of London’s usual overcast, but a deep, shifting lavender, threaded with streaks of gold that twisted and coiled like living ribbons. "Where are we?" Aurora’s voice felt small in the vastness of the grove. Isolde turned, her lavender eyes reflecting the strange light. "Between. Not quite Earth, not quite Fae. A place untouched by the passing of years." Nyx’s form shifted, solidifying slightly as they drifted forward. "It’s...older than I expected. Even for a Fae-touched place." "The Grove remembers," Isolde said, her words cryptic. "It keeps its secrets close." Aurora’s fingers brushed against the Fae-forged blade at her side, its cold hilt a reassuring presence. The blade glinted faintly, catching the light from above, its luminescence soft but steady. She glanced back at the standing stones they’d passed through, but they were gone, swallowed by the mist and the twisting trees. The path ahead was overgrown, but Isolde walked effortlessly, her steps light and sure. Aurora followed, her boots sinking into the moss, the ground beneath firm but yielding. The air grew cooler as they moved deeper, the scent of wildflowers mingling with the tang of something metallic—like copper and iron. "Do you hear that?" Nyx’s voice was a whisper, barely audible over the rustling leaves. Aurora paused, listening. At first, there was nothing but the soft sigh of the wind through the trees. Then, faintly, a sound like distant bells, their tones echoing and overlapping in a melody that seemed to shift and change with every note. "Is it...music?" Aurora asked, her voice hushed. "Is it a warning?" Nyx countered, their form flickering nervously. Isolde smiled faintly. "It is neither and both. The Grove sings to those who listen. Whether it is welcoming or warning depends on the listener." Aurora tightened her grip on the blade. "And what does it say to you?" Isolde’s gaze drifted upward, following the twisting ribbons of gold in the sky. "It sings of change. Of paths untaken and choices unmade." Nyx’s form solidified further, their violet eyes flickering with curiosity. "Cryptic as ever, Isolde." The Half-Fae woman simply inclined her head and continued forward. The trees began to change as they walked, their bark shifting from dark, gnarled oak to pale, smooth birch. The undergrowth thinned, replaced by carpets of moss and lichen that glowed faintly in the dim light. Strange flowers bloomed around them, their petals iridescent and shifting in color, their fragrance intoxicating. Aurora reached out to touch one, but Isolde stopped her with a sharp gesture. "Do not. The Grove’s gifts are not always what they seem." Aurora withdrew her hand, her fingers tingling as if the air itself had warned her against it. They came upon a clearing, its center dominated by a massive, ancient tree. Its trunk was wider than a city block, its branches stretching impossibly high, lost in the lavender sky. Roots rose from the ground like stone spires, twisting and arching to form a natural canopy. Beneath the tree, a pool of water shimmered, its surface reflecting the twisting gold ribbons above. "The Heart of the Grove," Isolde said, her voice reverent. "Is this what we came for?" Aurora asked, her gaze drawn to the pool. Isolde shook her head. "The Heart is but a marker. What we seek lies deeper." "How much deeper?" Nyx’s form flickered again, their voice tinged with unease. Isolde didn’t answer. Instead, she knelt by the pool, her reflection wavering in the shimmering surface. She murmured something in a language Aurora didn’t understand, the words soft and lilting, like the distant bells they’d heard earlier. The water rippled, its surface breaking as something rose from its depths—a small, translucent fish, its body glowing faintly with the same light that suffused the grove. The fish floated before Isolde for a moment before darting away, swimming through the air as effortlessly as it would through water. It led them around the tree, its glowing form a beacon in the dim light. Aurora followed, her footsteps silent on the soft moss, her heart pounding in her chest. They came upon a grotto hidden beneath the tree’s roots, its entrance framed by twisting vines and glowing flowers. The fish darted inside, its light illuminating the darkness within. "Is this it?" Aurora asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isolde nodded. "What you seek lies within." Aurora hesitated, her fingers brushing the Fae-forged blade again. The air inside the grotto was cooler, the scent of copper and iron stronger. The Heartstone pendant pulsed faster, its warmth almost uncomfortable against her skin. Nyx solidified fully, their violet eyes glowing faintly. "I don’t like this." "Neither do I," Aurora admitted. "But we’ve come this far." She stepped inside, the darkness closing around her like a living thing. The air was thick, almost heavy, pressing against her skin as she moved deeper. The fish’s light flickered ahead, guiding her. The grotto opened into a small chamber, its walls smooth and carved with intricate patterns that glowed faintly. At its center stood a pedestal, its surface polished to a mirror sheen. Resting atop it was a small, crystalline orb, its surface shifting and swirling with colors that seemed to deepen and brighten as she approached. "Is that...?" Aurora trailed off, her voice caught in her throat. "What we came for," Isolde said from behind her. "A shard of the Veil itself." Aurora reached out, her fingers trembling as they neared the orb. The air around it hummed with energy, a faint vibration that made her bones ache. Her fingertips brushed its surface, and the chamber erupted in light. The world spun, the grotto dissolving around her as visions flooded her mind—images of places she’d never seen, faces she didn’t recognize, paths branching and twisting in endless directions. She gasped, pulling her hand back, the visions fading as quickly as they’d come. "What...what was that?" she asked, her voice shaking. "A glimpse," Isolde said. "Of what lies beyond the Veil." Nyx’s form flickered violently, their voice sharp. "We shouldn’t be messing with this. The Veil isn’t something to toy with." Isolde’s gaze was steady. "We are not toying. We are preparing. The Veil weakens, Nyx. And when it falls, we must be ready." Aurora stared at the orb, its surface swirling with colors that seemed to deepen and brighten as she watched. The Heartstone pendant pulsed against her chest, a steady rhythm that mirrored her heartbeat. She didn’t know what lay ahead, but she knew one thing—this was just the beginning.