Rhea emerged from the swirling magic portal, her breath visible in the cold air. As she stepped onto the unfamiliar terrain, a wave of surprise washed over her. The snow-covered landscape she'd left was now replaced by a lush forest, vibrant and alive with the colors of spring.
King Henry had opened a magical Portal that lead to the Western Dragon realm for Rhea, he had told her it would lead her to the forest where she would find Draven, but she hadn't expected the land to be free of snow. The trees stood tall and proud, their leaves painted in various shades of green, swaying gently with the caress of the warm breeze.
The silence of the forest enveloped her, broken only by the distant melody of a flowing river and the cheerful tunes of unseen birds. Rhea couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast to the icy world she had left behind. She took a moment to absorb the tranquility before realizing she had no idea where she was or where to find Draven.
