Gwendolyn took a deep breath, the air around her thick with tension. She glanced at Dorothy, who gave a firm nod of encouragement. Turning back to the lead fairy, she spoke with quiet determination.
"We understand," she replied. "But we have no choice. We have to find Lord Sherbourne."
The fairy's eyes softened. "I will tell you, then," she said, "but first, a promise. Once you enter Shadowmoor, the paths will be yours to choose. But beware: some roads will lead you nowhere. Others will take you places you wish you had not seen. And some will lead you straight into the waiting arms of death. If you are not careful, the darkness will swallow you whole."
Gwendolyn nodded solemnly, her eyes never wavering.
