In the final days of spring, a new orchard grew in the northern glade.
But these weren't ordinary trees.
Each bore fruit infused with dreams. Biting into one let you see a forgotten memory, a loved one lost, or a future not yet written.
Lucky planted the first tree herself.
She called it "The Dreamer's Orchard."
And she made sure every visitor left with one fruit—and one promise:
That they would plant a seed of their own, somewhere in the world.
Because hope didn't belong to heroes.
It belonged to everyone.