Lucky saved a grove of glowroot flowers from being consumed by shadowmoss. The glowroots, ancient and wise, granted her a pact: their roots would protect her path when she walked in courage.
A symbol bloomed on her hand—a glowing mark that pulsed with the same light as her locket.
Gleam fluttered with joy. "You're becoming more than a fairy now."
Lucky looked at her reflection in a dewdrop—glowing, wild, brave.
"I'm becoming me."