The sky above Tempestria was dark, filled with thick clouds that blocked the sun. The air smelled of smoke and ash. The land was scarred by war. Cities lay in ruins, and the people lived in fear. This was the world now—a world at war with Kullos, the enemy who sought to destroy everything.In the middle of this chaos, a young girl named Catriona walked through the remains of a once-great forest. She was a druid, someone who could feel the energy of nature. But now, the forest was dying. The trees were blackened, their leaves gone. The ground was cracked and dry. Catriona placed her hand on a tree trunk and closed her eyes. She could feel the faint pulse of life, but it was weak. Too weak.“This isn’t right,” she whispered to herself. “The forest shouldn’t be like this.”Catriona was small for her age, with wild brown hair and green eyes that shone with curiosity. She wore a simple robe made of woven leaves and carried a satchel filled with herbs and books. She loved to learn, to under

The days in the other world blurred together. Catriona trained from sunrise to sunset, her body and mind pushed to their limits. She had passed the trials, but Mandalee and Daelen made it clear that her journey was far from over. Every day brought new lessons, new challenges, and new discoveries.One morning, Catriona stood in the courtyard, her staff in hand. The air was cool, and the two suns cast long shadows across the red sand. Mandalee stood in front of her, her white suit gleaming in the light.“Today, we focus on control,” Mandalee said. “You have power, but power without control is dangerous. Show me what you’ve learned.”Catriona nodded and closed her eyes. She focused on the energy within her, the connection she felt to nature. She raised her staff, and it began to glow with a soft green light. She swung it in a wide arc, and a wave of energy shot out, hitting a target on the far side of the courtyard.Mandalee nodded, though her expression remained stern. “Better. But you’

The capital of Tempestria was alive with activity. Soldiers hurried through the streets, preparing for the coming battle. The walls were reinforced, and the gates were sealed. The people worked together, their fear replaced by determination. They knew the enemy was close, and they were ready to fight.Catriona stood on the city walls, looking out over the horizon. The storm clouds were gathering, and the air was thick with tension. She could feel the energy of the city, the collective will to survive. But she also felt the weight of what was to come. Daelen and Mandalee called a meeting of the city’s leaders in the war room. The room was filled with maps, weapons, and supplies. The leaders sat around a large table, their faces grim.“Kullos’s army is close,” Daelen said, pointing to a spot on the map. “They’ll be here by tomorrow. We need to be ready.”Mandalee stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We’ve strengthened our defenses, but we’re still outnumbered. We need a plan.”O

remained. The capital of Tempestria was in ruins, its streets littered with debris and its people weary from the fight. The enemy had been pushed back, but the war was far from over. Catriona, Daelen, and Mandalee knew they had to act quickly to rebuild and prepare for what was to come.Catriona walked through the streets of the capital, her heart heavy. The once-bustling city was now silent, its people mourning the fallen. She saw families huddled together, their faces filled with grief. She saw soldiers tending to the wounded, their expressions grim. The cost of victory was high, and it weighed heavily on her.Daelen and Mandalee joined her, their expressions equally somber. “We’ve won the battle,” Daelen said, his voice low. “But the war is far from over.”Mandalee nodded. “Kullos may be gone, but his army is still out there. And there are others who will try to take his place.Catriona clenched her fists, her determination growing. “Then we’ll stop them. We have to.” The leaders

The allied forces of Tempestria stood assembled at the edge of the Black Plains as the twin moons painted the wasteland in silver and blood. Catriona tightened her grip on the staff, its druidic runes pulsing like a second heartbeat. The air reeked of sulfur and iron—a metallic tang that clung to the back of her throat. Daelen moved through the ranks, adjusting straps on a young soldier's armor. "Steady," he murmured. "Hold the line until my signal." Catriona watched him. The way his shadow stretched long behind him, darker than it should have been. She'd noticed it weeks ago but chalked it up to the strange light of the other world. Now, she wasn't so sure. Mandalee materialized beside her, breath fogging in the cold air. "Scouts haven't returned." Her fingers tapped the hilt of her dagger—three quick beats. A nervous habit Catriona had come to recognize. A gust of wind howled across the plains, carrying with it the distant sound of clanking metal. They were coming.The hor