As Gwendolyn and Dorothy stepped cautiously into the grove, they were met by a shimmering light that seemed to flicker between the trees. From the glow emerged tiny figures with wings that sparkled like gems in the sunlight—fairies. Their expressions were sharp and unwelcoming, their eyes narrowed in suspicion.
One of the fairies flew closer, her wings fluttering with defiance. "Who dares step into our grove uninvited?" she demanded, her voice high-pitched and commanding.
"We come in peace," Dorothy replied calmly, though her eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness. "We seek your help."
The fairy narrowed her eyes even further. "Help? You think we give help so freely? No! First, you must prove your worth."
Gwendolyn exchanged a glance with Dorothy, who gave her a slight nod. There was no turning back now.
"Fine," Gwendolyn said, stepping forward. "What do we have to do?"
The fairy smirked mischievously. "Very well. You must pass our tests."
