Mira Goldveinghh's Arc

Chapter 1 of 2

Mira pressed her palm against the ancient oak's rough bark. The tree hummed beneath her touch, alive with magic that pulsed through the sacred grove. She had sworn to protect this place from those who wanted to drain its power for profit. Every morning she walked the grove's borders, checking for intruders. Today she carried something new—a bell crafted by the village metalsmith. Its polished surface caught the morning light as she held it up. She needed a way to know when strangers approached while she worked deeper in the grove. She found a sturdy branch near the eastern path where merchants sometimes wandered too close. The bell's weight felt right in her hands as she tied it with leather cord. A gentle breeze set it ringing, clear and bright. The sound would carry through the trees and reach her no matter where she stood. Mira smiled and touched the oak once more. Now she could tend the heart of the grove without fear of missing those who crept toward its borders.