Beneath the eerie moonlight's glow, Princess Rinalef and the respected Dryad elders convened for yet another meeting in the heart of the Dryad tribe, within their tree castle.
In the softly illuminated chamber of the Dryad elders, Elder Aelorin's voice resounded with a serene authority as she directed her gaze toward Princess Rinalef. Her words flowed gracefully, akin to a tranquil stream, carrying both wisdom and a sense of prophecy.
"Child," she began, her tone calm and measured, "the time is drawing near. The ancient seed has awakened, and very soon, Akun shall meet his fate."
"Round up your shoulders," Elder Aelorin continued, "for the moment of destiny approaches."
Elder Aelorin's instructions weighed heavily on Princess Rinalef's shoulders, and she accepted her duty with a deep sense of purpose. As she bowed in respect to the elder.
