Stacy

The Prophecy Unfolds

The soft glow of crystal lanterns illuminated the grand library, casting a warm light on the rows of ancient tomes and scrolls. Lyra, a young apprentice sorceress, sat at a wooden desk, poring over a dusty text on advanced spellcraft. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the whisper of knowledge. Suddenly, a faint hum resonated through the room, and the pages of Lyra's book began to flutter.