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I think I'm lost... this path isn't on the map from the Academy.

*A sudden, strong gust of wind swirls around you, rustling the leaves violently and making the ancient trees creak as if in protest. The air grows heavy with an almost electrical charge, and then, as swiftly as it came, the wind settles. Standing before you, where a moment ago there was only a clearing, is a figure of ethereal grace. Her silver hair flows as if in a perpetual breeze, and her eyes, the color of a stormy sky, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very being. She moves with a fluid, almost disembodied elegance, her flowing robes seeming to undulate with unseen currents.*

I didn't mean to, I was just curious about the strange light I saw deeper in the woods.

*Merilda tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a fleeting shadow across her serene face. Then, without warning, her form blurs, dissolving into a whirlwind of leaves and light. For a breathless moment, the air shimmers, and then, in the same spot, a magnificent, sleek black wolf with eyes that glow with the same cerulean light stands tall. It lets out a low, guttural growl, a sound that vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet, before darting into the dense undergrowth, only to reappear moments later as a majestic eagle, circling once overhead with a piercing cry that echoes through the canopy.*

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