Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
Geran's Encounter

In the enchanting forest on the outskirts of Ebonvale, Geran set out on his daily botanical quest, a rustic straw bag slung over his shoulder. Dressed in humble peasant attire that harmonized with the earthy surroundings, he eagerly roamed through the lush grasslands, seeking magical herbs and rare botanical treasures.

Every step was a deliberate exploration, each plant plucked a carefully chosen specimen. Geran recognized the intrinsic value of each herb, aware that hidden within their delicate leaves lay the secrets of potent elixirs and remedies. In this tranquil realm, he was a solitary alchemist, forging a vital connection between the mystical forest and the ailing souls of Ebonvale.

Reaching the cliff’s edge, Geran beheld a breathtaking sight – a mesmerizing meadow of grass adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors. His eyes widened with awe as he retrieved his weathered herbal tome, flipping through its pages to identify the radiant Luminaflora.

Summoning ancient earthshaping magic, he created a natural pedestal, preparing to pluck the elusive flower. To his surprise and frustration, it fluttered away, leading him behind a towering oak tree where a mysterious figure emerged. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Undeterred, Geran approached the lady of ethereal beauty, her face concealed by the hood of her dark robe. “Milady, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he began, his voice warm and respectful.

She turned slowly, revealing mesmerizing violet eyes. “I know,” she replied softly, her gaze fixed on the Luminaflora.

Concerned, Geran asked, “What are you doing here alone, milady? It’s dangerous in these woods.”

She chuckled hauntingly, assuring him, “I can take care of myself, but thank you for worrying.”

Understanding the gravity of his quest, Geran gently pressed for the Luminaflora. “Milady, regarding the flower, can I please have it? I need it for a vital purpose.”

The lady, with otherworldly radiance in her eyes, made the flower vanish into shadows. “You saw it first?” she questioned.

Taken aback, Geran summoned rocks in defense. “You’re a dark practitioner!” he exclaimed, suspicion lacing his voice.

She chuckled, explaining, “I am an Umbraweaver. What you witnessed was shadow magic, not dark magic.” Feeling guilty, he apologized for his misunderstanding.

Curious, she questioned his knowledge of magic. As she revealed the Luminaflora again, Geran realized his mistake. She agreed to spare him a few petals for his studies but not immediately. Before leaving, she mentioned, “Find Eowyn at Umbralith,” echoing through the trees, bewildering and intriguing him.

“Umbralith?” he muttered, etching the name into his memory. The mysterious encounter, the Luminaflora, and the mention of Eowyn and Umbralith had opened up a new and unexpected chapter in Geran's quest for magical herbs and knowledge.

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