Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time

In the Southern Isle’s Solstice Canyon, the Verdant Spire stood as a testament to a bygone era. Shrouded in history and mystery, this collapsed mountain remained hidden in the remote corners of the ancient canyon, accessible only through perilous paths known to a select few. Rosche, Geran and Eamon found themselves standing before the ruins of Verdant Spire, its former grandeur now reduced to ancient remnants.

As they marveled at the scene, Geran expressed their shared sense of achievement. “We finally arrived,” he exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the majestic decay.

Eamon, ever curious, surveyed the surroundings and questioned the significance of the place. “What is this place?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Being the group’s knowledgeable guide, Rosche turned to her companions, her gaze unwavering on the ruins. “We’re in Verdant Spire,” she informed them, her voice tinged with excitement and wonder.

Eamon, struggling to recall, furrowed his brows. “Verdant Spire? I think I’ve heard that name before. My grandfather used to talk about it back in Hendrix Village. He believed it was a portal to the realm of gods, the source of ancient artifacts. But I also heard it collapsed 500 years ago.”

Geran, echoing doubts, surveyed the area. “I guess it’s true then. It really looks abandoned. I wonder where the entrance is.”

Rosche’s observant eyes caught sight of a small rock near the ruins bearing a carved message, “The divine lineage calls for its successor.” Reading the words aloud, she sparked an unexpected turn of events. The carvings began to glow, dispelling the illusion that concealed the mountain. Stones reassembled, unveiling a radiant entrance to a hidden cave bathed in otherworldly light.

“I think we’ve found the entrance,” Eamon said, his excitement growing.

Keen to explore the secrets within, Rosche took a step forward. Yet, Eamon, displaying protective concern, gently halted her. “Let me lead,” he insisted, wary of potential dangers.

Unperturbed, Geran chuckled at their caution and boldly ventured into the cave without hesitation.

“Brother, wait for me!” Rosche called after him, joining her brother in the mysterious abyss.

Sighing, Eamon understood that the adventure had just begun. As they entered the cave, he cast a final glance at the now-restored Verdant Spire, a silent witness to history and secrets. They delved deeper, feeling the weight of their ancestors’ stories and the unfolding destiny that awaited them within the mountain.