Chapter 85: The Quest Begins

The morning air was crisp as Eleanor and I prepared for our journey. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the birds silent as if they sensed the gravity of our quest. Eleanor had shared stories of our family's past, of hidden sanctuaries and ancient relics, but the reality of our mission felt daunting.

As we set off, Nathanial and Samuel wished us luck, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. "Stay safe," Nathanial said, squeezing my hand. "We'll hold down the fort here and prepare for whatever comes next."

Eleanor and I headed deeper into the forest, our path guided by the ancient map she had shown me the night before. The terrain grew rougher, the trees denser, and the sense of foreboding more palpable with each step. We knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but the stakes were too high to turn back now.

As we ventured further, Eleanor shared more about the dark force plaguing Silverwood Falls. "Morgana's power comes from an ancient source, something that predates even t