Deep beneath the field, in a cavern grown from the roots of the oldest trees, sat the Memory Forge—a place where thoughts became tools.
It had awakened only once before, when the very first fairies rose from stardust and sap.
Now, Lucky stood before it. Surrounding her were her closest allies—Marla, Gleam, Solenya, and the whisper-sprite Lyric.
They placed objects into the forge: a necklace from Lucky's mother, Ember's last feather, Marla's broken spell-stone, a star-map Gleam had drawn as a child.
The forge melted these memories into magic, and the magic shaped a new relic: The Verdant Core, a living staff wrapped in vines and light, crowned with a shard of starlight.
When Lucky gripped it, it pulsed with life. Her voice echoed with the memory of every soul she'd ever touched.