The chronicles of Farvy

by the faint whispers of the wind through the trees. The dense canopy overhead cast the forest floor in perpetual twilight, obscuring the path a

"I mean no harm. I only wish to uncover the truth." There was a moment of silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Then, from the darkness emerged a figure cloaked in shadow, its form indistinct and ethereal. "You are brave, mortal," the figure intoned, its voice echoing through the forest like the tolling of a funeral bell. "But the path ahead is fraught with peril. Only those who prove themselves worthy may pass." With that, the figure vanished into the shadows, leaving Farvy alone once more. But she knew that she could not turn back now, not when she was so close to her goal. Determined to prove herself worthy,