Kyra has been walking briskly for the next few minutes. Alarm bells are ringing in the four corners of the Elven Croft Tower. Royal guards are running in haste to and from the courtyard. The imp servants and other naiads are retreating to escape through the hidden safe passage.
When she turned into another corridor, she caught sight of the four-foot tall wall with a circle gate. Kyra pressed her hand against it, letting the invisible wall barring the place from letting outsiders in feel her pulse.
When the barrier recognized her, it lit up and burst into small purple dust. The familiar sight of majestic mahogany trees always takes Kyra's breath away. The refreshing sight of white pebble stone steps, the small sturdy bridge under the pond, and the pure white floating lotus, give off a fresh, vibrant scent in the air. Kyra can't help but smile.
