Aria stood at the entrance of the ancient, hidden grove. The air was thick with anticipation as she watched the vibrant colors of the setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over the lush, secret garden. She could hear the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant, melodious songs of the forest birds. It was the perfect evening for the long-awaited Dance of the Elements.
She took a deep breath, her heart racing with excitement and a touch of nervousness. This was a dance that only the most skilled and revered sorcerers and sorceresses in the realm were invited to partake in, and she had received her invitation from the mysterious messenger owl weeks ago. Her training had been intense, and she had spent countless hours mastering the intricate steps and hand gestures required for the performance.
