"I mean no harm, great dragon," she said. "I am on a quest to retrieve a vial of water from the magical spring. Will you allow me to pass?"
The clearing was filled with a variety of strange and wondrous sights. A group of faeries danced in a circle, their wings shimmering like iridescent glass. A unicorn drank from a crystal-clear stream, its horn shining with a light that seemed almost divine. And in the center of the clearing stood an enormous tree, its trunk twisted and gnarled with age, its branches reaching towards the moon like a supplicant in prayer. rignetta s adventure