In the weeks following the battle, the kingdom began to flourish once more. The streets of the capital buzzed with life, but for Elara, the victory felt bittersweet. As she walked through the bustling markets, she couldn't shake the sense that something deeper awaited her—a calling that went beyond the immediate needs of rebuilding.
One afternoon, as she pored over maps and old texts in the palace library, she stumbled across a passage about the ancient artifacts of the kingdom—powerful relics said to contain the essence of the old magic. Legends spoke of their ability to enhance a wielder's power, a potential that could be crucial in fortifying the kingdom against future threats.
Elara's heart raced. If these artifacts existed, they could help her understand her magic better and protect her people. But the texts hinted that the artifacts were hidden, guarded by tests meant to protect them from those unworthy.
As she mulled over this revelation, Garrick entered the library, his presence a comforting light in her thoughts. "What's got you so engrossed?" he asked, leaning over her shoulder to glance at the open scroll.
Elara looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I found references to ancient artifacts—relics that could enhance the old magic. We need to find them, Garrick."
His brow furrowed in thought. "That sounds dangerous. We don't even know if they truly exist."
"I know," she replied, determination flaring in her chest. "But if they do, we can secure our future. We can protect the kingdom from anyone who might threaten it again."
Garrick smiled softly, admiration evident in his eyes. "Then we'll find them together."