Elowen and the heart of the forest Page #2

Join Elowen on an unforgettable quest of bravery, magic, and self-discovery

• Fiction
• Novel
• Fantasy

								


Her journey had taught her that bravery wasn’t just about facing monsters or battling curses. It was about understanding, about connection—knowing when to fight and when to yield, when to listen and when to speak. The forest had become a part of her now, and she would carry its lessons with her forever.

As she began the walk back to her village, she knew the people there would never truly understand what she had done. They would never see the spirits she had encountered or the magic she had witnessed. But that didn’t matter. The forest was healed, and that was enough.

The trees whispered as she passed, their leaves rustling softly in the wind. It felt like a farewell, but not a sad one. The forest would always be here, watching, protecting, waiting for those who were brave enough to listen to its call.

When Elowen finally emerged from the woods and stepped back into the familiar fields surrounding her village, she felt a sense of home she hadn’t before. The village looked the same—small, quiet, nestled among the hills—but something had changed within her. She wasn’t the same girl who had ventured into the Vale of Vines. She had grown, transformed by her journey.

As she crossed the threshold of her home, her mother was waiting at the door, her eyes wide with relief. She rushed forward, wrapping Elowen in a tight embrace, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

“I knew you’d come back,” her mother whispered, though Elowen could hear the fear that had lingered in her voice during those days of waiting.

Elowen held her mother close, feeling the warmth of home settle over her. “I’m here,” she said softly. “And everything is going to be all right.”

In the days that followed, the village noticed the changes in the forest. The crops grew better than they had in years, the river ran clearer, and even the animals seemed more at peace. People whispered of the curse lifting, though they never fully understood how it had happened. Some even began to speak of Elowen with reverence, though she never sought their admiration.

Elowen returned to the forest often, not out of duty, but out of love. The woods were her sanctuary now, and she felt at peace among the trees, knowing the magic that lived there, just beneath the surface. She would wander the paths she had once feared.

The end
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