W.I.L.D.
Their eyes—wide, intelligent, and wary—took in the glimmering morning, the light playing off their coats, revealing streaks of gold, silver, and the deep black of twilight.
The elders whispered to each other in low tones, marveling at the stories that had reached them in fragments: tales of a group of girls and their guardians, of battles waged in shadowed halls, of impossible victories. Some nodded knowingly, others shook their heads in disbelief, but all felt it—the pulse of power that lingered like a heartbeat in the air. Strange shimmering trails of light, remnants of the Guardians’ magic, flickered along the ground and through the air. It was a sign, subtle and yet unmistakable, that th
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