News reached Lucky: the River Gleam had turned black. Poisoned. The lifeblood of the eastern forest was choking.
She followed the river upstream and found an ancient dam—twisted by Umbrael's sorcery—catching starlight and turning it into sludge.
To cleanse it, Lucky had to sacrifice something personal.
She placed her old journal—her dreams, sketches, poems—into the river. As it sank, her memories poured into the water, purifying it.
The Gleam flowed again, clean and bright, whispering her stories to every corner of the land.