Chapter 14 Whispers In The Wind

• Days turned into weeks, the journey a blur of sun-drenched plains and moonlit forests. Anya, her ankle healed and her spirit resolute, walked alongside Elara's aunt. The Moonstones, nestled safely in a pouch around her neck, pulsed with a steady light, a constant reminder of their mission.
• "Are you sure this is the way?" Anya asked, squinting at the weathered map clutched in Elara's aunt's hand. They had ventured far from the Moonwood, the landscape now dominated by rolling hills dotted with ancient ruins.
• Elara's aunt studied the map, her brow furrowed in concentration. "The markings are faint," she admitted, "but they should lead us to the Whispering Glade. The legends say it holds the key to amplifying the Moonstones' power."