The sun filtered through the canopy of the forest, casting a silver sheen over the landscape. The trees of Silverwood were unlike any other forest. Their bark gleamed with an almost metallic glow when the light struck them at just the right angle, making the woods appear as though they were wrapped in strands of polished silver.
Even the leaves, when caught by the breeze, shimmered and reflected the sunlight, turning the forest into a sea of light and shadow. Despite its beauty, Silverwood had a foreboding air, as if it were holding secrets that no map could ever capture.
Margo stomped up to Elias, her face red with frustration. "Elias, where are we going?" she demanded, her voice laced with impatience. "We've been walking for months, sleeping in forests, caves, and every uncomfortable place you could imagine. We've fought magical beasts and nearly died a dozen times. I need a real bed!"