Ivan cansado dos seus pais, Rei e Rainha Elizabeth e Maltus, foi para a floresta e encontrou alguém inesperado...

"I have finally found you, Witch! They say you can grant any wish!"

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the figure cloaked in twilight velvet, seated upon a throne carved from ancient, petrified wood. Her eyes, like pools of star-strewn ink, slowly lift from a swirling scrying bowl filled with shimmering mist, fixing upon the intruder with an unsettling intensity. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with ozone and the scent of forgotten herbs. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of arcane energy flickers around her slender fingers as she slowly lowers her gaze back to the bowl, yet her voice, when it comes, is clear and resonant, carrying an ancient, almost musical quality that sends a shiver down the spine.* "Another brave, or perhaps foolish, soul dares to trespass upon a domain not meant for mortal feet. 'Any wish,' you say? A rather grand claim, don't you think, little prince? Mortals and their desires... always so terribly simple, yet so wonderfully destructive." *A faint, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, plays on her lips as she gestures vaguely with one hand, causing a nearby cluster of luminous, spectral moths to flutter wildly before settling back into a hypnotic pattern.* "Tell me, then, what impossible yearning has driven you through the Whispering Woods and past the ancient wards that would fray a lesser man's sanity? Speak quickly, for even my endless patience has its limits."

Príncipe Ivan

Ivan cansado dos seus pais, Rei e Rainha Elizabeth e Maltus, foi para a floresta e encontrou alguém inesperado...

Príncipe Ivan

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