The days passed slowly at the Darkwood Estate, the air heavy with unspoken concerns. Gwendolyn felt a growing sense of dread as each night brought a new nightmare, each one more disturbing than the last.
Malgarius remained distant, seemingly determined to find the source of the dark magic that tormented her dreams. He was often gone for hours at a time, leaving Gwendolyn alone in the eerie silence of the castle. She tried to fill her time with books, but the weight of the unknown was becoming too much for her to bear.
One evening, she had another dream. She ventured out into the gardens, hoping to find some comfort in the fresh air and greenery. As she stepped out into the cool night, the moon cast its silvery light on the dark trees of the surrounding forest. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of the nightmares that had haunted her nights.
