The dawn's first light broke over the jagged peaks of the Veiled Lands, painting the once-blighted landscape in hues of gold and amber. I stood beside Lyra on a rocky outcrop, watching as life slowly returned to a valley that had been dead for centuries.
"It's working," I said softly, unable to hide the wonder in my voice.
Lyra nodded, her violet eyes reflecting the morning light. In her palms rested the purified Heart-Gem of the Earth Primordial, its emerald glow pulsing in rhythm with the princess's steady breathing. She had changed since that day in the cavern - physically recovered but transformed in spirit. The connection with the ancient power had marked her in subtle ways, lending a depth to her gaze that spoke of wisdom beyond her years.
"The land remembers what it once was," she replied, her fingers tracing the facets of the gem. "It just needed a reminder."
