Day 7: Fantasy Adventure
Some moments change everything. That’s what Elowen’s grandmother used to say — usually before vanishing behind bookshelves or through doors that didn’t exist five minutes earlier.
Now, standing before the Mirror of Thalor, Elowen heard the echo of those words in her mind. The glass shimmered with silvery light, its frame twisted in ancient runes and whispering winds. One step forward, and everything she had known — the bakery in Hollowbrook, the gentle life of cinnamon buns and sleepy rivers — would be behind her forever.
She reached for the locket around her neck. Inside was the last thing her grandmother gave her: a sliver of starlight, encased in crystal. “When you’re ready,” Gran had said, “this will show you who you truly are.”
Elowen took a deep breath and pressed the locket to the glass. A crack of light split the mirror in two, not with destruction — but with invitation. On the other side, a wild forest shimmered under a violet sky, where shadows danced and magic sang from the soil.
But just as she stepped forward, a shadow leapt from the frame — a mirror-being, her own reflection twisted and cold-eyed. “You leave this world, you leave your name,” it hissed. “And names are power.”
Elowen stood firm. “Then I’ll earn a new one.” She walked through the mirror, and the glass healed behind her with a sound like stars breathing.
In the realm beyond, birds spoke riddles, trees whispered secrets, and Elowen was no longer the baker’s niece — she was Wren of the Wild Sky, seeker of lost truths, bearer of light in forgotten places.