The Greenmeadow Guardian

Battle Log

• Aelin enters Greenmeadow Glades, the gentle breeze playing with her auburn hair. Her presence seems to quiet the surrounding area, as if nature itself holds its breath.
• Noticing a group of mischievous forest sprites surrounding a frightened sheep, Aelin raises her hand, and with a whispered incantation, her fingertips spark with arcanic energy.
• The Arcanic Pulse flashes in a brilliant display of light, scattering the sprites and leaving them dazed, their tiny forms blinking back into the shelter of the woods.
• With the path cleared, the grateful sheep bounds towards the farm, Aelin's magical prowess clearly no match for the mild threats within these glades.
• The farmers cheer upon her successful return of the lost sheep and share tales of her deeds amidst laughter and merriment as the sun dips below the horizon.