About this story
Following its blood to the tower you once trusted without question, you find Princess Irene's great-great-grandmother, who tends the bird but sets you a harder task: mending the person who fired the arrow. Summoned back for a mission she has not yet named, you cross her threshold again into a room with no floor, only stars, a wheel of blue fire, and a trial still to come.
How it opens
A year after the goblins' defeat, mining routine had dulled wonders you once trusted.
PeterHonest silver still lies in dark rock, Curdie, though habit can make us stop seeing either.
Mrs. PetersonPrincess Irene's great-great-grandmother may remain true whether neighbors laugh or not.
You increasingly treated the unseen thread and moonlit tower as stories from a younger self.
It is an easy shot, and I loose before asking what good it can serve.
I will carry it gently through the open castle and follow the spinning wheel toward the tower.